Wind Therapy - A.J. Downey Page 0,31
I told her. “I will never hurt you without your prior consent. We clear on that?”
“Yes,” she said softly.
“Do you believe me?”
She hesitated and I wondered who did what, exactly, to damage her ability to trust so thoroughly.
“Yes,” she said finally, but it lacked the enthusiasm of her prior answer. I hesitated with what I wanted to do with that belt and decided fuck it – I knew I wouldn’t hurt her, and I also knew the only way to earn her trust was to prove it. I slid the belt’s tongue through the buckle and slipped the loop over her head, tightening it up, wrapping the length of faux leather around my fist, yoking her.
“Bad?” I asked, but I knew the answer by the way she shifted on her feet, her hips swaying sensually, rubbing herself against me.
“No,” she answered, and I smiled with a savage glee.
“Pull your pants down, panties too and put your hands right back against that desk.”
She did as I commanded and I smiled, uncoiling the tail end of her belt from around my fist as I took a step back, giving her some slack as I went to my knees behind her. I wanted her compliant, it was about control. I wasn’t about to choke her out. That shit was for later and only if she consented.
“Thrust those hips back, baby,” I murmured, intoxicated by the perfume of her arousal, her pussy slick with her desire – flesh glistening and begging for my kiss.
I licked along the seam of her sex and plunged my tongue inside of her and she cried out, legs quivering as she moved slightly away by leaning heavier onto her hands to support herself. I opened her up with my hands and went at her clit, teasing it with my tongue as she panted sharply.
God, that sound was music to my fucking ears.
I feasted on her pussy while she stood there, compliant, taking what I had to give her but oh, I had so very much to fuckin’ give. I slid a finger inside her and worked her with my hand. She looked back at me, eyes glazed, pussy soaking wet, and that look was just as intoxicating as her taste and fragrance.
My cock throbbed behind my zipper and I stood up saying, “You stay right there, baby. I’m gonna fuck you so good. Mm.”
I got myself out of my pants as she stood, hands on my desk, hips thrust back, pussy open and wanting as she shifted impatiently from foot to food and goddamn, it was a sight.
I fished a condom out of the pocket of my leather jacket, tearing it open with my teeth and rolling it on double time. She moaned slightly at the sound in anticipation and I about died with the deep ache of anticipation.
Grabbing her hips, I lined myself up with her opening and shoved into her hard in one stroke. She cried out, thrusting her hips back to meet me – her pussy tightening around the head of my cock in a way that made me grunt in deep satisfaction.
I had some girth, but thankfully I was just short enough in length that I could pound the shit out of a woman like I liked without being a total cervix buster and hot damn, Marisol could take a pounding.
She collapsed some over the desk, pressing her body against the calendar blotter and the scarred wood, thrusting her hips back, swaying slightly as I pressed into her balls fucking deep.
“Touch yourself, I want you to come all over my dick,” I grated and she didn’t hesitate, just reached a hand down her front to press her fingertips into her clit, her voice a breathy high whine of pleasure where it passed between her gorgeous, lush lips.
I hammered into her, felt her clench around my dick, her hot, soft walls pressing around my shaft, enveloping the head of my cock in rough sensuality, and I gritted my teeth. She was close, she was so fucking close. I couldn’t let up; I wouldn’t let up until –
The door crashed open behind us and Marisol jumped, straightening. I slipped out of her and put my arms around her reflexively, putting my back to the door, twisting her slightly as much as the desk would allow to shelter her with my body against whatever incoming threat might or might not be there. At the very least, I could try to preserve her modesty for her, even though I