Once Upon A Time(15)

Shit.

I whimpered. “Please.” There was no stopping the begging that was flowing from my mouth like a freaking waterfall. My stranger had ignited the fire but was now adding to the blaze, turning me into a raging inferno.

Mr. TDD growled, slipping his fingers against my exposed flesh, running his fingers gently over my clit before gliding between my folds. The move caught me off guard, along with his voice, which had gone from criminal to downright deadly.

“You’re soaking. So damn wet.” He groaned, slowly teasing my pussy before slipping a single finger inside me.

The fullness was new. His hands were large, his fingers no different as he worked me into a frenzy. His palm moved in slow circular motions as he fucked me with his fingers. Never had I felt the sensations that were coursing through my body. His tongue lapped against my aching nipples, a second finger joining the first inside me, his palm causing friction that was so delicious I thought I might pass out from the sheer pleasure.

The orgasm bubbled quickly, coming to the surface, ready to boil over at any moment. My hands quickly dived into his black hair. I pulled as he pushed, tugging and squeezing as he matched my movements against my aching breasts.

Then, he stopped.

All movement ceased and I whimpered. His fingers were immobile, his mouth frozen around my right nipple. He had stopped and I was all too willing to beg him not to stop, to carry on. The man whom I’d met no more than thirty minutes ago held the orgasm of a lifetime in his hands and he was denying me of it. I needed it, I craved it and my god, I wanted it.

My gaze moved down, wondering why he stopped when I was hit with the dark depths of his eyes.

“I said I’d punish you if you moved,” he ground out, his voice octaves lower than before. Standing, his fingers left my body, leaving behind the empty feeling I was accustomed to. “Knees.”

Sorry, what?

I stared at him in confusion, what the hell did he...

“I said…” he paused, slipping his fingers into my hair, guiding me to my knees before him, “knees.”

I dropped without protest; if anything, I was anxious to see exactly what had been pressing against my thigh. With deft fingers, he opened his belt, swiftly followed by the opening of his button and zipper. His dress pants dropped to his mid-thigh and right there, standing hard as steel before me, was all of him.

He wasn't wearing boxers.

My pussy suddenly clenched with so much force, I thought I might pass out from lack of blood flow. It took every ounce of self-control not to touch myself from the mere sight of pre-cum coating his tip. I licked my lips. So this was my punishment? With a small smile, my hand encircled the base of his cock, squeezing tightly, knowing I’d catch him off guard. The groan from his lips was the encouragement I needed as I ran the tip of my tongue from base to tip before taking him in my mouth.

“Fuck.” He groaned, his other hand coming to my hair. “Fuck!”

The deep gravel in his voice, mixed with the unique taste of his pre-cum on my tongue was burning me up. I needed release.

“Up!” He pulled me to my feet by my hair.

The minute I stood, he pounced.

“Jesus.” He moaned, plunging his tongue into my mouth without so much as a warning, pulling back the moment I could register to respond. “It’s not a punishment when you fucking enjoy it.”

I couldn't not touch him anymore. Screw his punishment, screw that my mind was telling me this was completely wrong. I just wanted to screw him.

My hands moved to his suit jacket, which was hanging open, his shirt buttons exposed to my wandering hands. Without a thought, I gripped his crisp white shirt and pulled hard. The sound of tiny white buttons ricocheting from every available hard surface rained down around us, falling with ease. I gulped hard, my gaze landing on a very sculptured torso. His skin had a light tan, only helping showcase some serious abdominal muscles and pecs.

“You have no idea what you've just done.” My stranger growled as my palms landed on his hard pecs. “I hope you know that.”

With a force I've never experienced before, his hands moved to my ass, lifting me from the floor in one swift move. He moved forward, lifting me as if I weighed no more than a feather, thrusting me back against the door of his office. I wrapped my legs around his hard muscular hips, noticing his cock resting against my spread legs. His hands left my body as he pulled out a condom from his pocket, ripping it with his teeth and sheathing himself. I groaned as he moved forward, his hands back on my ass, providing that delicious friction, bringing back the mother of all orgasms I knew would hit the minute he was inside me.

My mind went blank the moment he slid inside, the only thing present was the deep, carnal pleasure that splintered through from the foggy depths of my mind to the very tips of my toes.