“Let me think of ways you need to be punished…hmmm.” She slowly grinded against my cock. I had both of my hands on her ass, caressing them hard as I struggled to compose myself. “My problem is that every time I sit at my desk at work, I am reminded of what you did to me. As you can imagine, being the workaholic I am, it seems to have interfered with my work. So I think it’s only fair that if I have to deal with that, then so should you.”
She slowly stood up and sat on my desk. She slid back and opened her legs wide in front of me, then she slid her fingers down, slowly rubbing her clit in circles. This is gonna kill me. Watching me watching her, she pushed the fabric aside making contact with her bare flesh. She whimpered as she sped up, arching her back as she slid her fingers into her wet pussy. Fuck me dead. I quickly undid my pants, releasing my cock. I stroked it slowly as I watched her, savoring every moment. Her eyes hungrily watched my cock as I increased my strokes, spreading the pre-cum all over my hands. She took her fingers out of her pussy and tasted them one by one. It killed me. I roughly pulled her towards me, crushing my lips against hers. I turned her over; I couldn’t wait anymore. With her ass in my full view, I spread her legs as far as I could and slammed my cock into her. I knew I was rough but this is how she wanted it. She groaned as my cock went in deeper. I fucking wanted all of her.
“I want you, baby. All of you,” I whispered in her ear.
She knew what I wanted and goddammit she was more than willing. She moaned as I whispered the words, pushing her ass further into me. The sound pushing me over the edge, I was barely holding on trying to concentrate on not blowing my load right now… Slowing, I composed myself and became more in control of the movements.
I leaned over, my cock still inside her. I pushed her hair aside, my lips against her ear. I remained still for a moment, listening to her heartbeat, admiring the glow of sweat that lingered on her skin. Her breath slowed but I knew she was anxious. I could feel how tight her pussy was wrapped around my cock. She was almost there, holding back just like me, wanting to take this further.
“You want me, Charlotte. You want my cock to touch every part of your body. You want to scream my name in your dreams, wake up achingly sore, remember how hard I made you come so that no one will ever fuck your little pussy or ass again but me.”
Her body shook as I said the words. I didn’t need to do it; she pulled my cock out of her pussy and rubbed it against her ass. I slowly slid myself in as she rubbed her clit. I knew I needed to take this slow until I was given the green light. Her ass was so fucking tight that I knew I wouldn’t last long either. She moved slowly, gaining speed which sent me into a frenzy. I was doing everything in my power to hold back, take it slow and not hurt her but then she started slamming her ass into me harder. With every thrust I clenched, trying to last as long as possible, pulling on her hair as I told her how good she felt, how good she always felt. Her body started to tense, and I knew she was close.
“Lex…please…fuck me…harder…” Her pleas were cut short as I felt those familiar contractions which only added to my pleasure. As I came inside her, I shouted a string of profanities, incoherent as I rode the orgasm out.
Both of us remained silent, catching our breath from the intense fuck. I slid my cock out slowly, rubbing the small of her back as I did so. She collapsed on my desk, causing me to laugh.
“What’s so funny?” she asked as she reached for her coat.
“Can’t handle the intense workout?” I teased as I buttoned up my pants.
“I’ll have you know that I do Yoga and Zumba, and I run most days.”
I pulled her into me. Her face was flushed a beautiful shade of pink. I kissed her softly, a far cry from the usual intensity that passed between us. Her lips felt soft, and her tongue caressed mine slowly before she abruptly pulled away.
“Lex, we are just fucking. Friends with benefits, fuck buddies, whatever you want to call it.”
I didn’t have the strength right now to argue. If that’s what she wanted then I would let her believe that’s all it was. I knew better than that. Charlotte didn’t do fuck buddies, she wasn’t that type. She didn’t hide her feelings well. However, the question still remained: Why was she still with him? Why is she still marrying him? So what, the fucker took her to movies and dinner and shit, but she was mine. She just needed to realize it.
“If that’s what you want, Miss Mason.”
After, as we stood on the sidewalk, I asked her what plans she had for the rest of the night.
“Just chill out and read,” she said. “I need to be up at the ass crack of dawn tomorrow. You?”
“Work, of course. Pulling an all-nighter. Feel free to join me if you get lonely.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” she replied, looking amused.
As she said goodbye, I grabbed her one more time. Kissing her deeply I wanted to let her know exactly how much I needed her. I felt the resistance once again. I let it go...for now. She hailed the next cab that drove past and waved goodbye. As soon as I got back into my suite, I text Adriana.
Looks like I owe you a big apology.
None needed, big bro. Glad you are happy again. Love you.
As we finished texting, I turned on my laptop and worked on the proposal for Victoria. It was nearly two o’clock when I finished. Exhausted, I had a quick shower and climbed into bed, my eyes dozing off immediately.
My body clock woke me up at five but instead of sleeping in, I changed into my sweats and went for a run. By eight o’clock, I had finished my run, had a quick weights session at the gym, ate breakfast, showered, got changed and finished up the proposal for Victoria. I decided to send Charlotte an email since I had some time to kill, plus I fucking missed her.
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From: Lex Edwards
Subject: Exercise Regime
Sent: September 27, 2012 8:15 AM
To: Charlotte Mason