The Pact(70)

“Can you do me a favor?” he says breathlessly.

I nod, slowing down.

“Tug my balls. Just a wee bit. I love that.”

Fuck, I’ll do anything to bring pleasure to this man. Plus, he has a really nice set of balls that he does an amazing job of manscaping. While I work his dick with my mouth, I gently cup them with my palm and tug them, just a little bit.

The moan that escapes his lips startles me but travels right to my core, vibrating through my bones. God, it’s turning me on turning him on. I tug a little harder and he makes a fist in my hair, holding me with a burst of warm pain.

“You’re so good, baby,” he says, his breath hitching. “So dirty but so good. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

So I don’t. But a minute later he releases my hair and pulls away. “Okay, I lied. Stop. I need to be inside you.”

He shakes off his jeans and briefs and then hauls me to my feet, somehow taking off my shirt at the same time.

“Aah,” I cry out softly, my arms covering my breasts as my eyes fly to the windows. Passerbys may not be able to see clearly but now that I’m standing up, they can at least see some of me.

“The storeroom,” he growls with a nod. “Get in there and get naked.”

I barely have enough time to do so before the door slams behind me and I’m pushed against racks of clothing wrapped in protective plastic. The hangers swing from my weight as he presses into me. He tears off his shirt then puts his strong arms under my thighs and lifts me up. He hikes up my skirt, pushes the thin fabric of my underwear aside and I wrap my legs around his waist.

When the clothes start to give away, he holds me tight and whirls me around and across the room until my back is pressed up against a stack of boxes. Breathing hard, he leaves a trail of wet, messy kisses from my mouth to my breasts, teasing my nipples until they are hardened pebbles. He slaps them slightly and I gasp from the shock and then he’s positioning himself into me. I’m so glad our test results came back clear the other week because feeling his bare cock inside me is like nothing else on this earth.

He grins at me, mouth parted and eyes glazed. “Tell me how bad you want it.”

“I want it,” I tell him, reaching down so he can push himself in better.

“How bad?”

“Fucking bad.”

He gives my breast another slap and then laps his large, flat tongue over the sweet sting. “Fucking hell, you have the nicest breasts in the world. Nicest pussy, nicest ass, nicest everything.”

He bites my nipple and I groan, my head back against the boxes. “Stop stalling.”

“I’m just taking my time. You’re the one being greedy.”

“You make me greedy.”

He runs his thumb over my clit and smiles wickedly. “Greedy, dirty little fucking girl.”

I’m on the edge, teetering on the line between wanting to savor and wanting release. He knows this. He loves this. He leans over and teases the tip of my lips with his tongue.

“Give it to me,” I murmur into his mouth, practically pleading. “Any way you can.”

“The only way I can,” he says. Then he inhales, his nostrils flaring with desire and pushes into me sharply.

Even though I’m wet, the angle is deep and tight. I cry out a little before the pain subsides and I feel this warmth and fullness take over.

“You like that?” he whispers against my neck, biting and licking and breathing so hot, so heavy.

I whimper some sort of response as my legs tighten around him and I’m pushed harder and harder into the boxes. Soon the whole shelf begins to shake. My legs begin to shake. He’s holding me up and he’s spearing into me with these rough, hot thrusts that fill every wanting inch of me.

I grip his back, feeling the muscles ripple under my fingers, his pure strength and size. The backs of my heels dig into the sides of his firm ass and I’m holding him tight, tight, as tight as I can.

“Fuck,” he hisses through his teeth as he grips my skin. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. You feel so fucking good, baby, you feel so good.”

The pace picks up and it’s like he’s trying to fuck me through the boxes, through the wall, and into the store. The need in his face, the want and desire, it makes me feel like I’m being devoured, eaten alive, and gladly.

He lets out a frustrated cry and the cords on his neck stick out as he strains for control, sweat running down his face and his hard, broad chest as it crushes against my breasts. He’s close to losing it. “Come with me,” he growls, and he focuses his piercing, carnal eyes on mine. “Come.”

His thumb grazes me. It’s a hair trigger. I come and come loose, a feral, uncontrollable sort of bliss ripping through me until I feel like my skin and bones and nerves have been annihilated. My mind feels like it’s been blown wide open and from the intensity in his rough grunts, I know he feels the same.