God I Hate that Man

I notice how mesmerizingly hot his eyes are, how I can almost melt into them. Finn is still holding my arms, and I feel my skin tingling beneath his touch. He steps closer to me, still holding my arms and suddenly, our bodies are pressed together. I can feel his cock pressing against me and I am a little shocked to discover it is rock hard. My clit pulses, betraying me. “Why do you want me to stop?” I ask breathlessly. “You were clearly enjoying the show.”

He releases my arms, but he doesn’t step back and neither do I. I find myself looking into Finn’s eyes and neither of us look away. It feels like the room is suddenly charged, full of electricity, and I am shocked when I realize just how badly I want Finn to sweep me up into his arms and kiss me.

My breath is coming in little gasps and I can feel Finn’s chest heaving as we maintain eye contact. Usually, when he peers at me this way, I panic and look away, afraid he will be able to read too much in my eyes, but this time, I am determined to hold my ground.

“Jeez Ashley, you’re such a fucking child.” There’s no malice in his voice and I can see the lust clouding his eyes, even as he insults me. “What sort of a woman acts like this?”

The sort who realizes exactly what she wants and is about to get it. “I’m just messing around, Finn. It’s called having fun, you should try it sometime. But I guess you’re afraid you might fall off your high horse,” I say, not taking my eyes off his.

He leans closer to me, so close I can feel his breath tickling my lips when he speaks again, “You’re the most irresponsible woman I’ve ever met,” he whispers.

“And you’re the most arrogant man I’ve ever–” My last word is swallowed up in Finn’s mouth as he presses his lips against mine. I feel like I have been unleashed as our lips move together and I press myself more tightly against Finn, pushing my hands into his hair. He wraps his arms around my waist, moaning into my mouth as his hands slip beneath the shirt and caress the skin of my back. Fire floods my body and I can feel my pussy getting soaked as Finn’s tongue moves into my mouth, meeting mine.

I pull back slightly from Finn’s mouth. “You shouldn’t have done that,” I pant.

“I know,” he agrees.

I lean forward and kiss him again, a light kiss that teases me, that makes my pussy clench, my body ache for his touch. I pull away again. “You definitely shouldn’t do it again.”

He looks at me for a moment, indecision in his eyes, and then with a moan, he pulls my body against his again. We kiss deeply, hungrily, and our kiss is so intense that it’s almost angry.

I reach down blindly and begin to fumble Finn’s pants open. My body is screaming at me, desperate to feel him inside of me and I don’t want to deny myself this simple pleasure any longer. I try to remind myself that I hate Finn and everything he stands for, but my head isn’t in control, my body is, and my body wants this more than it’s ever wanted anything before.

I get Finn’s pants open, but before I can get them down, Finn pulls away from me. He doesn’t speak, he just spins me around. He pulls me backwards, my body colliding with his, my ass against his hard cock. He kisses my neck, nibbling hard enough to make me cry out as sweet, stinging pleasure floods through me.

I put my head back, giving him easy access and he continues to bite and lick my neck, driving me into a frenzy. His fingers move over my belly and up to my breasts. He pinches my nipples hard, making them stand to attention and I hear myself crying out as he pinches them again, this time hard enough to hurt.

I flinch and suck in a breath as he releases my nipples and the blood rushes to them, making them ache and sting. Finn ignores my discomfort, moving his hand down my body until his fingers push their way roughly into my panties and find my clit. He works my clit the same way he’s worked the rest of my body; roughly. It’s as though he’s angry with himself for wanting this and he’s taking his anger out on my body. My body responds, and I realize I am fucking loving this.

My cries of pain turn to moans of pleasure as Finn moves his fingers over my clit, bringing me almost to orgasm. Just when I am about to come, he moves his fingers away, leaving me frustrated. I growl in anger, but before I can react any further, Finn is pushing my head down, bending me over his desk.