Violent Ends

Flicking the locks into place on the door, he didn’t avert his gaze as he removed his jacket. With every rub against her sweet pussy, she had nearly come apart, and it had been hypnotic to watch. She was like fire in his arms, and he didn’t want to do anything more than burn with her.

Neither of them spoke.

He stared at her.

Waiting.

Watching.

Ready to strike.

Her nipples were so damn hard they pressed against the front of her blouse, which he’d untucked to help relax her. He’d tossed her jacket onto a chair, leaving it. She wore a skirt that didn’t mold to her thighs, but if she spun in a circle, it would flare out, showing off her thighs. The skirt curved in at the waist as well.

Her hips flared out, and he wanted her legs wrapped around him as he plowed into her tight, hot pussy.

She had her hands locked behind her back, thrusting her tits out. Did she even realize what she was doing? How hard she was making him?

“This is … erm, nice. It’s quiet.”

“Do you want me to take charge?”

“What do you mean?”

“I can see how turned on you are right now. You don’t have to deny it or pretend it isn’t so. I can see it, as clear as anything. You want to fuck. You’re not ready for it, but I can do other things to you. Do you want me to take the choice from you? If so, give it to me freely. Trust me, Emma. I won’t push too far, only when you’re ready.” He leaned against the wall, watching her, waiting.

She bit her lip, and he saw the indecision in her gaze. It wasn’t a hard choice, but it was a choice she’d have to make.

“You’ll stop if I ask you to?”

“I won’t push you to a limit, Emma. I know what I’m doing.”

Again with the nibbling of the lip, the lust seeming to intensify in her eyes.

“Yes.”

They were only three letters, one word, but they were magic to his ears.

“Take off your clothes.”

“Now? Like, right now?”

“Yes, strip down. Slowly. Take your time. There’s no reason to rush. We’re here alone.” He folded his arms, watching her, waiting to see what she’d do. She lifted the hem of her shirt, her fingers teasing along the fabric before finally going to the buttons.

He saw her hands shake with each touch of the button, and he waited, showing her his patience.

He wanted to see her naked more than anything, but he didn’t rush her, instead waiting as she slowly revealed herself to him.

The blouse dropped on the floor, showing off the white lacy bra she’d worn beneath.

So sexy.

So Emma.

And it only served to remind him of her innocence.

How he wanted to take that innocence from her. To hear her beg him for more as he fucked her, taking her harder, riding her body for all he wanted. He’d show her how good it was to have it rough, all the positions that only heightened her need and arousal. So many plans as he made her fall in love with him.

But his feelings right now were not relevant.

All he cared about was her and taking care of her, nothing else.

“What are you thinking?” he asked as she reached for the zipper on her side.

“I’m not thinking anything.”

“Are you wet for me?” he asked.

She opened her mouth to speak.

“I want only truth.”

“Yes.”

He saw her grit her teeth and couldn’t help but smile. She wasn’t used to being forced to tell the truth. To be honest.

With him, she’d have no choice.

The skirt fell around her ankles, and she stepped out.

Moving from his spot against the wall, he reached her before she could start to remove her bra and panties.

He still had on his shirt and pants and shoes.

Emma was nearly naked, her body ready to take him.

Stroking a finger across her nipple, he heard her gasp. Smiling to himself at how sensitive she actually was, he eased the strap down her arm. He did the other, then together lowered it so her tits popped out.

The mounds looked so sexy, with large, red nipples. Unable to not have a taste, he sucked on the left beaded flesh, cupping the mound beneath as he sucked on the tit. She filled his mouth perfectly. Flicking his tongue across the tip, he trailed a path between the valley, going to her other nipple, lavishing it with the same attention.

She moaned his name, but he didn’t stop.

He kept on licking at her tits, loving the taste of them. He couldn’t get enough as he released the clasp of her bra.

Running his hand from her back down to the panties, he gripped the fabric and heard it tear as he threw it to the side.

She now stood before him completely naked.

Taking her hand, he led her back into her bedroom. He found what he was looking for and moved her into position. He nudged her bed out of the way, sitting on the floor.