by Christa Wick
"These are coming off, Alexa." A mock tug at the fabric ripped another gasp from me and then his mouth curved in a smile. "You choose whether it's in pieces or intact."
I lifted my bottom from the cushion, easing his removal of the material. My skirt stayed on but he pushed it up so that my bare ass was on the couch and my hips were swathed in black silk. Palms flat, his fingers spread wide, he pushed my thighs further apart and nestled his face against my waxed mound.
He inhaled my scent.
His eyes drifted shut.
A growl vibrated through Jake's throat and then his thumbs peeled back my labia to expose the dancing clit hiding between them. I tried to stop its flexing, tried to hold my muscles still to mask just how aroused he made me.
Trying to control my needy flesh only made me ache harder, so that I cried out when his lips finally covered the spine of my clit and his tongue curled along the underside of its hood. My hands flew to my mouth before another cry resulted in an unwanted rescue.
"It's just us," Jake assured me. "I ordered Marjolein to clear the outer office and work in the main reception area until I page her."
Embarrassment colored my cheeks at the assistant's likely knowledge as to just what was transpiring in the meeting room. Another swipe of his tongue made me forget her -- forget everything but the sensations his touch produced.
Hearing my fresh moan, Jake teased the interior edge of my cunt with the threat of penetration by his thick fingers. I tried to knot my fingers in his hair, but he stopped me with a light nip at my flesh.
"Hands beneath that delicious ass," he ordered. "Palms up and spreading yourself for me."
I obeyed with a whimper, my pelvis tilting upward as I eased my hands beneath me, fingers straining to find the split of my thighs and open more fully to him. Groaning, he dipped his head. The tip of his thick tongue slicked its way down my clit, feathered once along my urethra then circled the rim of my dripping cunt. He pushed in, my muscles grasping at him in moist gulps as my clit continued to jump up and down.
Struggling to restrain my moans, I bit at my bottom lip and wiggled against his questing tongue. His top lip pushed against the small, swollen nodule hiding under the hood of my clit. My eyes rolled heavenward as my shoulders curled forward to stop the brush of my blouse and bra against my increasingly tender nipples.
His tongue resumed directly working the small pearl as three fat fingers took possession of my pussy. He flexed his hand, stretching the entrance.
Groaning, he stopped his suckling to look up at me. "So tight, Alexa. I don't think you're going to be able to take all of me."
A begging whine squeezed past my vocal chords, urging the return of his sweet mouth. When he only nibbled lightly at my swollen need, his eyes glittering mischievously, I resorted to real begging.
"Please, Jake." My hips joined the plea and pushed my mound more fully against him.
He lifted his head, his chin pointed just enough to wedge my lower lips apart and firmly stroke at the spine of my sex. "I love looking at your face when you're like this, Alexa. I want to keep you flushed and on the edge as long as I can."
Much longer and he would strangle me with my arousal. I bit harder at my lip. Tears pooled along the bottom rim of my imploring gaze from how badly I needed to come.
His chin slid down while his eyes stayed locked on my face and his mouth formed a wet seal around my clit. Fingers and tongue teased me, each seeming to grow thicker with the twisting strokes he took. My arms and hips flexed. My fingers dug into the back of my thighs as I kept myself open to Jake. I wanted to wrap my arms around my chest and squeeze for some measure of control or free my breasts from their restraints and pluck wildly at the thick nipples he had made so hard and pained without even touching them.
"Please," I whispered again, needing just a little more and knowing he intentionally withheld it from me. "Make me come like you did last night."
A fire lit in his eyes at my admission. Not that he didn't already know I had climaxed for him at the club. The sticky proof had been all over his fingers. But my acknowledgement seemed to settle something inside him. His eyes drifted shut. He burrowed against my flesh, nibbling at the surface of the clit and probing with the insistent tip of his tongue under the hood as his fingers twisted and flexed inside my cunt.
My skin prickled with an internal heat that erupted like a brushfire, flashing hot across my thighs and stomach, singeing my breasts and face. My toes curled inside my shoes and my ass squirmed on the couch, fighting upward against him for that last small increase in pressure that would make me--
Explode
Bucking against his face, I came. A long, keening cry clawed its way out of my throat. Forgetting his command, I yanked my hands from beneath me and clutched at the back of his head as I rode his mouth through the peaks and valleys of my orgasm.
"Next time," he warned as he stood and pulled me with him, "I'm going to tie those hands down."
Next time...
My pulse accelerated at the promise of another encounter. Malleable as clay, I let him push me stomach first onto the table. A moment's shock sizzled up my spine and across my breasts as I heard him unzip his trousers. One strong hand landed against the small of my back as, growling, he used the other hand to rub his cock along my pulsing slit. Another growl and all contact disappeared. I felt the loss like small fingers pinching maliciously at my heart until he ripped open a condom wrapper. He rolled the latex over his shaft, his hands brushing against my bottom.
He didn't penetrate me immediately -- not with his cock, at least. His fingers found the wet opening once more, two pushing in then splitting as wide as they could go as he eased them back out. In again, stretching as his other hand kneaded and slapped my bottom.
"You're so tight, Alexa," he rasped. "Maybe too tight for me to take you."
I shook my head, my back arching so that my wide bottom and slick cunt pushed closer to him, signaling my readiness. Groaning, he pressed the head of his cock against the opening. I gasped at the solid mass then mashed my lips together. I didn't want to give him a reason to pull away. I needed him in me, fucking me, showing me what the next year with him would be like if I signed the contract.
He exhaled then drew another long, slow breath before he pushed in. My expression widened at the tip's girth. Nothing like any toy or man inside me before. Angling forward, Jake slid his hand along my stomach to find my clit. He rubbed. The maddening sweetness eased the burn created by the head of his cock stretching me wider. I felt the breach, neither of us exhaling until the head was fully inside me and the outer ring of my cunt locked around his shaft.
Jake straightened, abandoned my clit and clamped both hands on my bottom. A shake infected his arm. He took slow, deep breaths as he gave me time to adjust to his size. His hands massaged my flesh, only gripping me tightly when I started to wiggle against him.
"Don't move," he growled.
I answered with another throaty, aching whimper but forced my hips and thighs to stop rolling and clenching.
"I don't want to tear you, love," he said, his voice straining and his fingers digging into my curves as he forced me to remain motionless. "The way you grip me makes it damn near impossible to keep control."
I rested my forehead against the table's surface. A smile curled along my lips. Half of me wanted him to lose control. He'd done it to me; I wanted to do it to him. The other half, the part he penetrated and the hips he had firm command of, wanted him to retain control because I knew how good he would make me feel.
Fuck, I would come either way and in short order because the one thing I had absolutely no authority over was my cunt. Even though he held my hips motionless, my pussy curled around the fat head, fluttering and sucking in an effort to pull the rest of him into me.
"Alexa," he warned, voice vibrating as he slowly pushed a little deeper into me. "Stop teasing."
Me? Teasing him?
I snorted then felt the sharp sting of his hand against my
bottom as he slapped it.
"I'll pull out and spank this sweet ass until it's a dark rose if you don't settle yourself."
"I...I..." All but powerless against my lust, I curled my arms around my head. My nails scraped along my neck as I gathered my curls into a ball that I kept tightly fisted. Forcing myself absolutely still, I felt only Jake's hands on my hips and his incredible thickness stretching me. And a pulse -- no, two pulses, that of my cunt around him and the steady, rhythmic thump-thump of his cock.
He pulled back until the head tugged at my opening. My cunt rebelled, defying me as it tried to suck him back in. He pushed forward, piercing deep inside me. His hips rolled, gained another inch in progress then he ruthlessly dragged the tip back to the opening. Back and out, Jake waited as my body shook in response to his retreat.
In again, stretching me more quickly. Plunging deeper, he followed with a quick and full withdrawal then a hard, slamming thrust, his pelvis slapping at my bottom and his heavy balls bouncing against the back of my thighs.
Groaning, Jake draped his torso over me. He pushed my hand away from where I still fisted my hair. Clearing the loose strands from my neck, he kissed me, softly at first then sharply. Small nips, just hard enough to make me jerk in surprise, had me squeezing down on his shaft as he slowly fucked in and out. The head, so big, moved roughly through me, dominating my flesh with its size.
I pressed my face to my arm as a muffle against the increasingly loud moans escaping me.
"You will not hide your need or arousal in the club, baby," he warned before his breath blew hot and moist against my neck. "The more you try, the longer I'll make it last."
Much longer and I would be screaming like a loon. I forced my arm from my face and focused on just being able to breathe. A simple task but for the sweet ache that possessed all of my body. My nipples pebbled against the hard tabletop. My clit throbbed and jumped with each bump and grind of his big cock as he fucked more deeply into me. I held my breath, the rare gulp in or blast out burning like acid.
Jake had stopped kissing me. I sensed that he looked at me, studying the different shades of arousal as they flushed my skin, died then flamed again. His gaze drank in the quiver in my lips, the caress of my tongue against my top lip and the flutter of my cheeks when I started to pant for air.
Reaching low, his fingers discovered my clit once more. He took whisper strokes against its swollen length, each one making me arch my spine toward my stomach and thrust my ass high.
I shattered on the sixth stroke.
My heart stopped beating. My eyes rolled up. Wild contractions pulsed through my cunt before traveling deeper to contort my uterus. I bucked. I rolled. My pussy gripped his cock, forcing his ejaculation with greedy slurps. He cursed once, pinching my clit as he buried his face against my neck and came.
Slowly, we subsided. His cock jerked inside me, jetting his cum, the condom ballooning with it. No longer abusing my poor clit, Jake threaded his hand through my hair, cupping my head as he covered my salty neck with lingering kisses.
"More than I could have imagined," he said, his soft tone distant, almost as if talking to himself.
He straightened, withdrew gently then pulled my skirt down. Freshly stunned by my rapid acquiescence, I stayed bent over the table as he dipped into the bathroom attached to the meeting room. Alone, I managed to stumble to the couch and slide my panties on before he returned.
My mind raced through everything he had said and done and how my body had reacted. I didn't -- couldn't -- look at him when he sat next to me until he picked up the contract and scratched his signature at the bottom of several pages.
He pushed the paper at me, but not the pen. I looked up to find his face as remote as it had been in the club during my session with Freddie. I hadn't been able to read Jake's expression then, had thought the worst about what ran through his mind when he looked at me. The same feeling surged inside me as he lightly molded my fingers around the contract, forcing me to accept it.
"You need to think this over before you sign," he warned. "It's not something you can easily walk away from."
My grip tightened around the papers. "You said I could stop whenever--"
His gaze narrowed and I thought I noticed a barely perceptible shake of his head, but the motion was so faint it could have been only my imagination. Then he blinked and he might as well have been a stranger standing in front of me as he gestured toward the bathroom door. "You can clean up in there before you leave. Contact Marjolein if you decide to sign -- otherwise shred the documents."
With that, he turned and walked from the room.
#####THE END#####
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