The scent of sandalwood and passion made my heart skip a beat. He hadn't kissed me even though he was two inches away from my face. I hoped he would. Badly.
I ask, "What are you saying?" I muttered.
There was a hazard in the area between us. Smith was a strong man, and I had no doubt that once I signed his contract, he would treat me like a valuable commodity. I had no concern. It would only last for a while, and just now, it was life or death. I wanted more than anything to flee and hide from the monster that was ready to eat my cookies.
His hot breath tickled my nose and sparked a passionate flurry inside of me.
"I could eat you alive," he said.
His nostrils dug into my hair, and I resisted the temptation to smile. "That's clear to me, Smith."
As if I had just told him the best joke ever, he flung his head back and laughed. His complexion started to become a shade of red as a blush spread across his face. A. "And you?"
Oh no. He had to inquire as to why.
As arousal prompted dampness at the top of my thighs, sparks flashed everywhere. Why do you think we have chemistry? My thoughts raced to come up with a solid response, but I was unable to face reality at this time. So I did not open my eyes, but rather faced the truth. I was terribly famished for him.
Smith Mason was the most extraordinary example of a guy to have ever lived. I winced at the way his sculpted physique moved within the limitations of his suit because I was so terrified of the strong influence he had over my body.
He cut me off mid-thought, "Before this gets out of hand," "I have a few things I want to tell you."
My stomach started to flutter with butterflies as soon as I felt the breath contact my ravenous mouth. Unconsciously, I opened my mouth to let a soft tongue invade. It took everything I had to remain calm and restrained long enough to pay attention to what he had to say since it was all I cared about. My spine was straightened. Do I need to worry?
He had lust, passion, and want radiating from his gaze.
I refrained from whimpering as his mouth got closer. Hot arousal radiated out of me. If he decided to take me right now, in his office, across the gleaming mahogany table, I wouldn't need any foreplay because I was too wet. I visualized how our bodies would come together. He grabbed me from behind and slammed into me violently as if there was no tomorrow. He would scream foul words into my ear as my internal muscles tightened tightly around his manhood.
I forced the sexual image from my head and made an effort to concentrate on the tough and appealing man in front of me.
I'm not sure when it happened, but his stony, god-like visage had developed a smirk. Was he once more reading my mind? I chastised myself for being a filthy harlot and tried to hide my lust. The fact that he was only an inch away from me had no effect on the heat.
I don't do slow and easy, I want you to know that. I prefer it tough. You'll feel the aftereffects the next day because it was rapid and hard. You'll be aware that I alone penetrated you.
My heart was racing. I wanted to tell him that the word "ownership" implied that he or anybody else owned me. I was mine to own. I want to tell him that face-to-face and observe his response. But as I waited for more, the words became stuck in my throat.
He backed up just enough for me to scream. Even though I tried to hide it, he could already feel my hands around his arms. I begged him to stop talking and fuck me. Is that everything you had to say?
Shit. It turned out to be more difficult than I had anticipated.
He looked at me with a heated warning.
I clenched my thighs in an effort to contain the searing desire that had taken over my body as the aura of domination enveloped me.
He had the appearance of a tiger poised to attack its prey. "Miss Davis, you have no idea what you're getting yourself into. You won't be permitted to bed with anyone else once you agree to let me take you and make you mine. Just me. You'll be available when I need you. He cocked his head to the side and lowered his voice. "We'll do it whenever and wherever I want."
Passion and adrenaline rushed through my body like stinging venom. My intellect instructed me to get away from this man by running. His unreasonable demands were insane. My body, however, remained motionless on the chair as I waited impatiently for him to utter those sinful, sweet words.
I suddenly yearned for more of him. I had to find out about the man's favorite foods, early anxieties, aspirations, and everything else. He was really enigmatic, and that was very alluring. I shoved ice-cold air into my nose while pretending to think over the offer. I rubbed my forefinger on my lip as I resisted the overwhelming urge to touch a man's firm chest wall.
Please fuck me just.
I sucked on my lower lip while fanning a breeze through my shirt. We still needed to establish a few restrictions. We weren't romantically involved. anything but a friendship. There can be restrictions. I nearly wanted there not to be.
I was given specific instructions that Smith Mason intended me to run toward him and spread my legs for him. I ran my tongue over my ravenous lips. I could only give him that much. "Mr. Mason, you've got yourself a deal."
He had a statuesque piece of art on his chest. As my fingertips passed over the carved curve, I let out a whimper. For a brief period of time, he was mine to touch.
His eyes were a fiery sapphire blue. Smith swore, his eyes gliding over my all-too-willing breasts, "You better make sure you're ready for me, Miss Davis.
Threats that had alarmed me now made me feel ecstatic throughout my entire body.
He stripped me in front of his eyes, as if the threaded buttons on my plain white shirt were readily rippable to suit his tastes. I trembled. How quickly would he put our agreed-upon plan into action?
I had been depriving myself for so long that it had turned into an inhumane punishment. I had him in a precarious situation, but I had never before played the femme fatale. Even if it was only for a few moments, I felt strong having the upper hand. Now that I had his whole attention and he was lusting after my body, I luxuriated in the silky, rich fibers of pure passion. Mr. Mason, come fuck me right now. As I whispered an enticing challenge into his ear, I leaned in and lightly touched my breast to his arm. Smith, don't worry. I'm ready to meet you.
His savage gaze stabbed me. His voice drifted to the warm air in a low, manly growl, "If you don't stop teasing me, you're gonna get fucked," he threatened.
When I breathed warmth over his collarbone and gave the tight flesh a gentle, hungry kiss, I hardly managed to contain my whimpering. "Promise me you'll do it,"
That's it, then. He must have lost patience because he quickly grabbed me and shoved me on the desk. As I felt him press his bulge into the supple roundness of my ass, my flesh brushed against the cool wooden varnish. My butt was jammed up on the hard rod, which pushed against the gap there. The hem of my innocent flowered skirt extended more up my thighs.
Before his fingertips dipped into the garment, he traced the fabric.
I firmly grabbed the desk edge as oxygen escaped from the surface of my lungs. My heart beat faster as a result of the approaching possibility that his fingers might probe my most private area. He had hardly even touched me when I started to perspire. As I prepared to enter the canal, he caressed the delicate flesh of my inner thighs. My throbbing core felt a jolt of hot, forceful pulses with every lovely second Smith teased. I became impatient, let my shoulders down, and turned to face him. "How much longer are you going to make me wait?"
He halted. His hot gaze radiated hunger and anger. "What?"
I started saying what I had already stated again. "I asked, how much time—"
He took hold of my waist and yanked me around so I was back facing him. He hissed, "However long I need," and then smacked me hard in the mouth. He invaded my mouth, slamming his tongue inside and licking furiously without showing any pity to me. He pressed his hips towards my center as our tongues flared, struggled, and twisted. He was fucking me while we were still wearing our clothing, and I enjoyed every cocky jab to my clit. My whimpering was filled with pure ecstasy. I muttered, "Don't stop.
I don't anticipate doing that, lovely Livia. Smith roared back before grabbing hold of my neck and sucking like a leech while raking his teeth along the delicate skin. He may give me a hickey if he wasn't careful. I didn't mind that he had left a mark on me, but it had to be concealed from my father and in plain sight.
When his thrusts got harder, I groaned his seductive name aloud. He was now massaging the entrance and the clit alternately. I didn't care if I was loud. Smith Mason was making me feel good, and I wanted everyone to know.
He tried to unbutton my blouse but ended up ripping the delicate stitching apart by pulling back. He pulled me forward to release the clasp on my bra, and buttons flew everywhere, falling in all directions. It's a good thing I packed a jacket with me to hide my ripped shirt and wear outside. As I steered his head toward my breast, my back ached. He curled his lips around my breast, and I bit down on my lower lip. Before returning to nibble and suck the entire breast, he flicked the pebbled bud back and forth and licked the areola.
Between my legs, water accumulated. He wouldn't have had any trouble fitting it in now because the core was so moist and readily available. I lightly touched his tummy before lowering my hand to cup his swollen cock. I felt the need to grip my erection and lengthen it after I heard the breath rush. I encircled the mammoth-sized cock with my fingers while my heart pounded in my veins. I gasped and took quick, shallow breaths to fill my lungs.
I'll do it gradually. As if reading my mind, he continued, "Don't be alarmed.
I hope so. If not, the swollen member would have ripped me to pieces.
I yearned for his tongue to focus on the other breast, but he grabbed for the waistline of my pants instead by slipping a hand inside the skirt. He touched my slick slit after brushing the gentle curls.
His fingers glided into the slippery moisture as he lifted an eyebrow and made eye contact.
I started to feel a tingle on my face. There was water everywhere. Because of the uncomfortable arousal, the center, my underpants, and even the desk were all moist.
You seem so prepared for me. I could do that now by sliding it in. Do you want that?
I took a sip. Indeed, Smith. I require it within. I begged, "Please.
I was expecting to hear a zipper, but I never did. Even yet, he hadn't yet split my voracious folds. Instead, he persisted in rubbing against the moisture despite the fact that he knew I was prepared and all but frantic.
I asked him to "touch me," pressing my hips up against his hand in order to feel the warmth of his palm on my clitoral region.
He said, "You'll wait patiently, Livia."
He played with my appetite to get me to let him in, which really upset me but there was nothing I could do. I was impatient. I took hold of his hand and coerced him into touching the warm, supple skin. When he applied more pressure, I let out a whimper. My channel's walls jerked in response to his rough, manly hand.
He moaned while blowing my cheeks with his hot, heavy pants.
I responded, "Thank you," appreciating his powerful, deft fingers. I swung my hips in time with the thrusts and gave in to the strong compulsion to arrive. His speed, my groans, and the impending ecstasy all increased.
He fixed his gaze on mine and inspected my face before stopping abruptly. He released his grip and grinned with one naughty tooth.