Sweet Cry of Pleasure
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“I’m happy to oblige.” He stood up and pulled her to her feet. She followed him over to his desk and watched him sweep everything off it. Instead of falling to the floor though, everything floated over to a side table.
She laughed. “Not quite as dramatic, you know.”
He bent her over the desk and reached under her skirt. “That wasn’t what I wanted you to be impressed by.”
She sighed and moved forward, folding her arms under her chin so she could lean further over the desk. “You think you can impress me so easily?”
He ripped her panties off and rubbed her clit. Then he licked one of his fingers and slid it inside her. She moaned as he moved his finger in and out of her.
“I’ll do whatever it takes,” he said before slapping her hard on the ass.
She gasped. “I know you will. I have every confidence in you.”
He reached under her and unbuttoned her blouse, and then slid it off slowly. He unclasped her bra as she settled back on the desk, and then he began slowly kissing her back, licking and nipping at her skin occasionally.
She stretched her legs, trying to rub her ass against him. He eluded her and moved back out of her reach. He slapped her ass again and moved two fingers teasingly over her pussy.
“Ares.”
“Yes?”
“I want to feel your cock.”
“Do you?”
He loved pushing her like this, making her tell him just what she wanted. She loved it when he did that because, after so many years of holding it in, she found it very liberating to tell him what she wanted him to do to her.
“Yes. I want your cock inside me.”
He bit her neck and his hot breath made her even wetter. “You do?”
“Ares!”
He laughed and flipped her over so she sat on the edge of the desk, her legs open for him. “Yes, my love?”
“Fuck me.”
He framed her face in his hands. She expected him to tease her more, but then she felt him sliding into her. “How many times?”
She giggled as he moved deeper into her. “Until I can’t take it anymore.”
He thrust deep, and she threw her head back and moaned. She tangled her hands in his hair and feathered kisses over his face. He sighed under her touch.
“You’re everything I’ve ever needed,” he whispered.
“You were just too stubborn to see it.” She wrapped her legs around him and made him quicken his pace.
He moaned and pushed into her harder. “Is now the best time to call me stubborn?”
She felt her orgasm about to break. “Anything to get you worked up.”
He hit just the right spot, and she came. He continued to thrust slowly as she convulsed, clinging to him. The delightful tingling spread slowly up from her core.
He nibbled on her ear. “I’ll show you how stubborn I can be. You’ll have to put up with my attentions for quite some time because I don’t intend to come any time soon.”
She pulled out of his arms and pushed him away, leaning over the desk again and looking back at him. “I’m as determined as you are stubborn. This could get interesting.”
He rubbed her ass, and then slid back into her. “It could. I suppose I should be thankful you love me so much.”
She sighed as his cock moved over her most sensitive spots. “You should. I know I am.”
He leaned over and kissed her cheek as they began to move together. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too.” As she met his thrusts, she knew this man had been well worth the wait. And when she fell apart and cried out his name, she knew she’d never question the Fates again.
The End
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Marie Medina was born in northern New England and raised by her pale, mysterious godfather in a dark gothic mansion on the edge of her small, sleepy town. He didn’t turn out to be a Bronte hero or a vampire, as she thought when she was very young, but he is her best friend and the standard by which she measures all her heroes (and suitors). She has been writing since the age of eleven and has no intention of stopping anytime soon.
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