My eyes widen in disgust. Never! I love my job. 'Now who is being unreason... Ohhhhh!' I lose my trail as he plunges deep into me. Oh God, here comes the sense fuck, but what is he trying to get me to submit to? Lunch or retiring? At twenty six? How ridiculous!
He wastes no time breaking me in. He powers into me like a madman. My legs fall open and he pins my wrists on either side of my head. 'Lunch?' he asks as he thrusts hard.
My brain has just turned to mush, but it still registers that this is a lunch sense fuck. I'm relieved. Lunch will be easier to relent to, rather than retiring, but I still don't plan on going down easily. Mr Challenging has a challenge on his hands.
'No!' I shout defiantly.
He growls and surges forward, his firmness stroking me hard and fast as he drives in and out like a wild animal. 'You are so receptive to me.'
I am! He lays one finger on me and I'm all over the place. 'Jesse, please.'
He hits me hard with his hips and grinds firmly. 'Baby, let me have lunch with you.'
I shake my head, holding my breath.
'Do I feel good?'
'Yes!' I shout on a rushed exhale. The crest of a booming orgasm descends on me and his grip tightens around my wrists.
'Say yes.' he insists harshly, and I know he's on his way to explosion too.
What if I don't say yes? What if I hold out on him? 'No!' I'm not giving in. He can't fuck sense into me every time I don't agree to something.
He hammers on, my thighs tensing, my mind knotted. 'Ava, give me what I want.'
'Jesse!'
'You're going to come.'
'Yes!' I cry. All of the pent up stress of the day is going to come rushing out at any moment.
'Oh, fuck, baby, you do serious things to me.' He hits me with another powerful, thundering of his hips.
My mind goes blank, and I'm about to detonate when he stops dead in his tracks, subsequently stopping my imminent orgasm dead in its tracks. 'What are you doing?' I scream, completely stunned. I tilt my hips to try and get the friction I need to tip me over the edge, but he pulls his own hips back until he is only just inside me. 'You bastard!' I spit.
'Watch your fucking mouth! Say yes, Ava.' he pants, but his words are controlled. How is he doing this? I know he's ready to come.
'No.' I affirm.
He shakes his head and then locks eyes with me as he plunges, oh so slowly, and swivels his hips.
'Ohhh.' I groan. 'Faster.'
'Say the word, Ava.' He repeats the teasing move. 'Say it, and you'll get what you want.'
'You don't play fair.' I complain.
'You want me to stop?'
'No!' I shout in frustration. This is torture at its worst.
He flexes his hold on my wrists. 'I'll ask you one more time, baby. Lunch?' He flicks his hips forward as he asks, and I lose any determination I had to defy him.
'Fuck me.' I cry as he looks down at me, amusement plaguing his expression.
'Watch your mouth.' He's grinning. 'Was that a yes?'
'YES!' I scream.
'Good girl.' he praises, and then powers forward, hammering into me and tossing me straight back into a fast build-up to release. I stiffen from head to toe as sizzling hotness travels through my blood stream and my skin heats from the friction of being pushed across the carpet by his manic momentum.
'Jesse!' I'm gripped from every direction by stabbing shots of pleasure flying through my nervous system, exploding at my core.
I scream.
His drives become more urgent and his breathing loud and erratic as he smashes against me on carnal shouts and releases everything he has, my core muscles clenching greedily onto him, my limp, exhausted body completely helpless to his unforgiving blows.
He collapses on top of me in a sweaty heap and rocks gently against me. 'My work here is done.' he pants in my ear.
I lie under his hard, warm body, trying to gather my senses and breath, and wonder if it will always be like this. He gets the results he wants, so yes, it probably will be. I've got to learn to deal with this. I've got to train myself to repel him. I laugh at such a pointless exercise. I don't want to repel him.
He pushes himself up on his hands and it's only now I notice he doesn't wince. 'Your hand!' I cry.