I snort. Loudly. "Account manager," I say.
"Is there a difference?" he asks.
Small talk. Let's get past this and make waves.
"Not really."
And I feel his hands again, can hear his breath against my ear again, and I pull him in closer until he rolls my panties to the side and spits on my pussy. I butterfly my legs around his back and clench, begging for him to enter me.
"Block everything out except for this," I plead. "I just want this. For one night. This."
The evil that runs this world... let it fuel us.
He rolls his forehead against mine, lips quivering with emotion. "I can't promise we'll come out of this alive," he says.
"I don't need any false promises," I whisper. "Just... fuck me."
I tug on his boxers and his cock comes springing out. Long and thick. Unbearably hard. He doesn't waste any time with it.
He gives me what I beg for.
With an arch of his hips, he fills me. My pussy forms over every solid inch. I ease back as he puts all of his weight into me and thrusts.
The warmth I feel is akin to a beautiful summer day. It leaves me aching for more.
Our rhythm is frenzied and wild, yet controlled by some new sense of urgency. He grabs my ribs and feels up to my tits, touching me like he's known me for decades. "I love you, Raven," he says. "I want to come inside you."
I tilt my head back and enjoy the blazing pleasure that spirals up my core. It only takes seconds for it to consume my entire body.
My mouth falls open. My heartbeat pounds. I reach around his neck and pull him closer. "Then do it," I moan.
What we have is timeless. It's beyond good and evil.
He gives me a little taste of heaven.
Pumping harder. Deeper.
My clit throbs with desire.
When the moment comes, he flips me over.
I clutch onto the mattress. His chiseled pecs and rippling abdomen cover my back. His massive biceps and cut hips. All the things I would have missed had we not run into each other mold me to accept his cock.
I close my eyes. His incredible girth penetrates my pussy as I grind my hips back. My breath is stolen but my heart is fuller than it has ever been.
My pussy shakes as my body seizes up. My hole contracts, spilling more of my love around his shaft.
"Oh, fuck," I grunt. "You're going to make me come."
"Good," he purrs, mouth hot against my ear. He cups my tits and arches his head to kiss my neck.
I tremble.
When he rolls his thumb over my clit, I'm fucking done for. Sign my release. Do not resuscitate.
Done.
Inside me, every emotion builds. He works his hips, but I'm somewhere else now. All I can feel is pleasure. Aching, undying pleasure.