He steered me toward the record wall and pushed me up against the counter. I slipped up, sitting on it, my back against the shelving holding the records. He peeled my shirt off, tossing it aside, and kissed my neck.
“Fuck, Emily,” he whispered. “I’ve been thinking about this all day. I’ve been fucking hard for you.”
“You know I can’t get you off my mind.”
“I know.” He kissed me hard again, unbuttoning my jeans. He pulled them off, sliding them under my ass, leaving them wrapped around my ankles as his fingers slowly found my wet pussy.
I moaned into his kiss as he slipped two fingers deep inside of me. He slowly pulled them back and began to work my clit, my body pressed against the records, my ass sitting on the shelf in front of them. He took my wrists with his free hand and pinned them up above my head as he bit my lower lip.
“Perfect,” he said, pressing his fingers inside of me. “You know that? You’re fucking perfect. I’m hard every single time I think of this tight, wet pussy. I know you’re dripping every time I’m near, you jus can’t help it.”
“Shit, Carter,” I moaned as he worked my pussy. I remembered the taste of his cum in my mouth and wanted more.
“I’m going to take you the way I’ve been wanting to. No distractions. Every inch of you is going to be mine.”
“Every inch.”
“Every fucking inch.”
He pulled me off the shelf and practically tore off my bra and panties, leaving me completely naked and exposed in front of him.
He stepped back to look at me, a small smile on his face. I felt so naked in front of his gaze, but that only made me more excited. He was penetrating me with his stare, pure, unrestrained passion clear in his eyes.
He slipped off his tie and his jacket, tossing them aside. “Lean back against that shelf,” he said. I listened. “Spread your legs.” I did as he asked. “Now, put your right middle finger into your mouth, yeah, just like that. Good. Slowly press it between your legs, starting at your clit, before you push it deep inside of yourself.”
I obeyed him, sucking on my finger before slowly pressing it inside of me. I moaned, loving the feeling of him watching me touching myself. He pulled off his shirt and I stared at his muscular body as I pressed another finger inside of myself.
He finished undressing as I touched myself, never taking his eyes off my body. Finally, he stood before me, big, thick, hard cock in his hand, slowly stroking it.
I stepped toward him, but he pushed me back. I slammed against the shelf as he dropped to his knees and shoved his face between my legs. He began to suck and lick my pussy fast, one hand on his cock stroking himself, the other supporting my ass.
“Oh fuck, Carter,” I moaned, lacing my fingers through his hair. He licked and sucked me like a starving man, eating my every juice, lapping me up. Pleasure rocked through me, overwhelming me completely. I’d needed this, needed his mouth against my pussy, his eyes worshipping my body. I could tell how badly he wanted me every time he looked at me, but that sensation was magnified by a million when I took off my clothes. It was an incredible feeling to know that a man like him couldn’t hold himself back when he saw my breasts, my hips, my skin.
He stood up suddenly, pressing me back up and onto the shelf. He spread my legs wide and I felt his cock press against my pussy. He took my neck, looking me in the eyes. “You want this?” he asked.
“Yes,” I moaned.
He pressed himself roughly deep inside of me. I tipped my head back, his hand loosely wrapped around my neck, as he filled my pussy. Pain and pleasure mixed in an incredible, intoxicating feeling. I loved how he could destroy me, break me so easily, and his hand around my throat only heightened that excitement and danger.
He began to thrust inside of me, shaking the whole wall, but he didn’t seem to care. I wrapped my legs around him and held onto the edge, his one hand on my throat and the other on my ass.
“Take this fucking cock,” he grunted as he thrust deep inside of me. “You’re the tight dirty slut that I’m going to throw away everything for. I’d give up anything for another taste of this tight cunt.”
I bit down onto his shoulder and he grunted, fucking me harder. He released my throat and took my hair, pulling my head back as he pressed deeper. His tongue found my nipples, teasing me with his teeth and lips.
I writhed and moaned under him, but he pressed me back again, making the whole wall shake. A couple of records fell from their slots, scattering onto the ground. He reacted by pulling me roughly off the shelf, turning me, and bending me over, pressing my face into the record sleeves.