Arrogant Brit

My bare ass was pressed against him now, and I could feel his dick throbbing steadily against me. He pressed it up against the small of my back, rocking gently until I felt a warm bead of precum smear onto my skin. I moaned, my ripe ass working against his balls as I squirmed uncontrollably.

I willed myself to stay still as he forced my legs apart with his knee, arching my back as his hands crept back up beneath my loose t-shirt to grope and fondle my breasts. He slipped my nipples between his fingers, toying with them mercilessly, drawing soft wails from between my lips as he flicked over them with his thumbs.

Was I really doing this? His words echoed in my mind:

I’m not that man anymore…

My mind was muddled by the dull ache still pulsing through my pussy and the insane desire welling up from every part of my body. Did I want this? Was I ready for it? Would it even be right? I was supposed to be protecting the witness, not fucking his brains out—I was fairly certain that last bit went against some unspoken witness protection rule.

A thought occurred to me just then, a silly one, but a justification for my desire nonetheless: what would “Candy” do?

“I want you inside me,” I whispered at last. The words tasted bittersweet as they left my lips, as though I’d given up the advantage in exchange for fulfilling my most primal need.

Every nerve in my body was on a hair-trigger, and as his hand swept in slow motion back down over my hip and around my ass toward my inner thigh, I let out the loudest moan of my life.

“Shh… Your friends might be listening,” Nathan whispered, his fingertips moving upward and over the molten swell of my sensitive folds. I bit my lip as hard as I could without drawing blood as he released a soft but sensual grunt, my hips bucking against his skilled fingertips.

“You have such a perfect pussy,” he told me. It made my whole body quiver. “I’ve missed this…”

“Please, Nathan, fuck me before I change my mind” I begged, struggling to keep my voice low. But he ignored my pleading, his hand slipping up beneath my wetness and sending bolts of electric pleasure shooting through my body, making the hair on my arms and nape stand on end.

I couldn’t take much more of this torture. As delicious as it was, it had been too long since I’d had this man inside of me. I was desperate for it, aching for it, my tight channel squeezing and throbbing as I thought of what it might feel like to have Nathan Hale invade it just one more time. I knew just how impossibly thick his dick was, and the way he was holding me, I was sure he’d fuck me in half just the way I needed it.

And I wanted it to happen. Oh, God, I wanted this so bad.

I tried to pull back from the wall, to spin myself around and force myself on him, but Nathan held my hips firm and made it clear I wasn’t moving. His forceful hands stole a whimper from my lungs.

“Fuck me, Nathan,” I begged him once again. “Just do it. Please don’t make me wait…”

“No,” he answered, nibbling softly on my sensitive earlobe. I moaned, trailing off into a desperate whine. “Not yet.”

“Let me suck your cock. Please,” I said, my voice dripping with sex as his fingers explored me, rolling soft circles around my delicate nub. I could feel a certain, familiar tension burgeoning between my hips, the kind that pulled my belly flat from the inside and made me wiggle against Nathan’s hard, hungry body. My toes curled into the carpet as he teased and tantalized that spot, never providing quite enough friction for me to fully release.

“You can’t handle it, can you, Sandra? You put on this big act for the world, like you’re the one in control... I know what you need,” he said, a finger slipping inside me, forcing a gasp from my lips. “You need a man who takes what he wants.”

I cried out as he began to fuck me with his finger. It certainly wasn’t as thick as his massive cock was, but it was better than nothing at all, and I reveled in the sensation of finally being filled. He was playing my body like a musical instrument, his free hand sliding up and wrapping a handful of my hair in his fist before pulling my head backward and forcing my back to arch even further.

It was unbelievable. My legs flexed and my whole body bowed against the wall as my arms collapsed, his fingertip curling against the inner wall beneath my stomach. Pain and pleasure mixed in a way I’d never experienced with any other man. Nathaniel Hale knew exactly how to give me what I wanted, and I lost myself to the sensation as I squirmed in desperation.

“You think you’re so strong, but there are some things in life you just can’t control. You can’t control me, Sandra. You can’t even control yourself, can you?”

“Oh, fuck,” I whispered, clamping down around his fingertip, trying against all odds to hold out. His thumb found its way beneath my clitoris, rolling over it in time with the soft thrusts of his hand.

Now he was giving me more than I could handle, whereas a moment before, he hadn’t been giving me enough. I could feel the tide of my orgasm swelling, rushing in to envelop me as he pushed me farther and farther out to sea.

“Come for me, Sandra,” he ordered, knowing full well that really, I had no choice. “Just let go.”

The muscles in my thighs tensed as he drove me closer and closer to the edge. This was happening. I was letting this man claim me in a way only he could. My scalp sent pain shooting down my spine as he pulled my hair back again, his finger working even more insistently inside me, pressing up gently against my g-spot. Tension poured out from my core.

I couldn’t focus. Nothing mattered except for the pleasure rolling out between my thighs. My skin tingled and goose bumps flushed across my body, along with an intolerable swell of heat and desire.

“Oh, God… Nathan… I’m coming!” I said perhaps just a bit too loudly. There was no holding back as pleasure pulsed from my solar plexus to every single extremity of my body. My toes curled as I shuddered against him, my pussy clenching down forcefully on his finger, milking it like I was ready to take a load from his cock. His hand released my hair, reaching around and clamping down over my mouth as I screamed his name, unable to hold back in the face of overwhelming bliss.

I’d never had an orgasm like this in my life. Nathan had always made sure I got off first, but this was on a whole different level. Not even my well-worn shower massager at home could match this. Nathan had driven me to new heights, delivering me to the gates of heaven with his skilled touch. I never wanted to come down again.

My descent proved inevitable. I groaned and squealed against his palm as I reluctantly returned from the ultimate high, collapsing to my knees, my forearms trying desperately to hold my face off the dirty wall as I gasped for air.

Reality struck me like a brick to the face. What had I just done? I was supposed to be done with Nathaniel Hale, but here I was quivering at his feet.

“God, your pussy is so wet. I love the way it drips for me,” Nathan murmured, still standing behind me. “It’s always set you apart… I’ve never touched a woman who reacted quite so eagerly before…”

I pulled myself away from the wall, turning slowly toward him, my knees aching against the thin carpet. It was bristly and coarse, but I had other, more important things than that to focus on.

Oh, God…

Nathan was standing before me, his perfectly tanned musculature on display as he stroked his hard, thick cock. It didn’t matter how many times I’d been on my knees in front of him, I could scarcely believe how incredible he looked…

His cock twitched, and I realized it was pulsing for me, that it was filled with longing for my body. His tip was flushed with desire. I knew he was desperate for my touch. Despite the control he pretended to have, his lust was only a few moments away from getting the better of him.

And me.

“See something you like?” he asked, that cocky trademark smirk spreading across his face. I didn’t know which I wanted to do more: punch him upside his head or suck his incredible cock.

Both, I realized. I want to do both...