“Oh god, James.” I’ve already dropped my purse and phone to the floor, kicking them out of the way. A tiny part of me hopes the phone screen isn’t cracked, but if it is, it will be worth it. I reach my hands up to wrap them around the hand resting solidly against my neck, tugging at his iron grip.
“If you tell me no, I’m just going to spank you until we exhaust ourselves. You need to say what you mean.” His thumb reaches my lips and traces the outline before pushing between them. I reach out with my tongue to lick around it, wondering where else he might stick his finger if I let him have his way. The place I crave him to touch the most clenches, a shudder running down my legs in anticipation. “Tell me you don’t feel it, Casey, and I might just walk away.” I moan. I won’t be able to let him go to save my life. “Casey, do you want me to leave?”
No. Let me burst into a million flames. His finger plays with my lips again and the heat in my body pools in the apex of my core.
“Do you want me to let you go?”
Breathless, I know I’ll never be able to take back the words once I say them. I have to clear my throat before my voice will be audible. “Are you going to be tender, or just get right to pounding the shit out of me?”
6
James
She has no idea how badly I want her pink pussy. Playing with her lips is just the beginning, a treat. Pound the shit out of her? Why, I damn well might do that now that she’s said it. Maybe after we’ve drained each other beyond recognition, I can love her slowly, like the slow flickers of a candle, instead of the inferno I want to devour her with. I reach my arm down between her legs and feel a hot heat between them, cupping her gently.
“Mmm.” The smallest whimper escapes her lips. I look over her shoulder to watch her little pink tongue slip between her teeth and lick her lips. I can only imagine how wet her lips below will be once I get her naked and writhing.
“Do it again, Casey.” She licks her perfect lips once more. “Are you just as wet everywhere else for me?” She makes sexy little sounds in the back of her throat that kill me. I bet if I had her in front of the mirror, her eyes would be slightly unfocused and hazy with need. “Bedroom?”
“Through there.” She nods to the hallway in front of her and I push her gently ahead of me. Her heeled boots click on the flooring. There’s no stopping now. I wouldn’t keep pushing if I thought she doesn’t want this as much as I do. If she said no and didn’t bat those ridiculously long eyelashes at me, followed by licking her lips, I’d consider walking away.
But she’s never once actually verbalized no and her body hasn’t once retreated from my touch.
We step inside her bedroom, a place I’ve never been in all the times I’ve driven her home. The one and only time I spanked her for her rude and unacceptable behavior occurred on her plush couch, a decorative pillow placed over my cock as I slid her body over mine to assume the position. Afterwards, I promptly left to prevent myself from taking it further.
I swallow the lump in my throat. “Get on the bed.”
“Which way?” She stops moving forward, causing me to collide with her, and her pert ass meets my straining cock. Bad girl. She doesn’t strike me as the type to tease, but perhaps she’s testing the limits.
I spank her firm ass once, earning a yelp. “On your knees until I tell you otherwise.” My hand squeezes her hip and, still fully clothed, she crawls up the mattress and sheets. I lean over and swipe the pillows to the floor.
“What are you going to do, James?”
“The very thing you’ve been wanting since the day you told me doing traffic wasn’t your thing.”
I still remember her walking into my office that day, breathless and angry. The regular DJ was out sick, and the interns had purposefully screwed up her notes. Her cheeks were stained pink that morning with embarrassment. Unbeknownst to her, I spent two years fighting my board to get her sexy ass on the radio. She was good at it, deserved it and I was tired of hearing them say she didn’t have the right look for radio. They wanted some fabricated model package for the radio brand and I saw her spunky attitude and smooth tone as my brand. I had to be careful they didn’t think she had banged her way into the promotion, Casey deserved respect. It was my fucking company and my brand she represented, and if I wanted her there she was going to be there.
I reach up under the back of her dress, my hand caressing the curve of her round ass and thick thighs I imagine wrapped around me before the night is over. I find the band pulled high on her waist and slowly pull the stockings from her legs. The boots keep them there, almost binding her legs, but I refuse to have her take them off. I love those boots. Who wouldn’t want his dream girl in a pair of black “fuck me” boots?
“Just what is my thing, James?”
I palm her bare pussy between lycra and smooth skin. She’s drenched. No panties? What the hell have I been missing all this time? Pulling back, I use my finger to rip a hole in the center of the stockings and then pull, tearing them down the middle and causing her to make more delicious sounds. I use both hands and yank them clear in half.
“This.” I use my thumb and run it down her backside, bypassing one entrance for a much wetter one. Parting her lips, I press in slowly and use my finger to rub her clit. A moan from deep within escapes from between her pretty lips and, for a moment, I wish she was facing me so I could watch her eyes slowly close in pleasure, her mouth rounding with baited breaths.
“James…”
7
Casey
James has me captivated and caught. A thick finger pushes inside as I kneel on my bed. A ceiling fan whirls gently and the air tickles my sensitive and hot skin. My stockings are ripped, keeping me tangled with my boots on. James has his other hand squeezing my hip as he rocks a second finger between my legs.
“Oh…” He curls his fingers and twists them just so, forcing me to push my legs wider. He retreats and thrusts slowly again. My mind feels exposed and blank. I will do anything this man instructs me to do to keep this pleasure.
“You have no idea how many ways I imagined taking you…” He pulls out slowly, as if to kill me from the tremors my body makes, then pushes forward, keeping me still by holding my hip. “But the first… The first was such a delight. I’ve replayed it in my head hundreds of times.” He removes his fingers and I cry from the emptiness in my soul.
“J-James…” His name is the only word that comes from my lips and it feels so right. He tugs my legs with a jerk, pulling me down the bed. His name rushes from me again in a yelp. “James?”