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He said we’ll talk later.
Right now is the sex. Words will come later…after we come. Hopefully.
He told me to tell him to fuck me, and taking my dress off is my way of saying it. I’m not going to beg.
I could always hop in the shower and take care of myself the way he did just this morning.
The second my dress drops to the floor, he’s lifting me off the desk and into his arms. He turns and tosses me on the bed before he stares down at me in my black bra and panty set. He slowly loosens his tie, and I’m hit with the fact that this man spoke in front of a stadium with over fifty thousand people in attendance today. He’s the head coach of an NFL team.
He was my first love.
And he’s looking at me like I’m the only thing that exists in his entire universe right now.
He starts the slow process of unbuttoning his dress shirt one button at a time, and I sit up. I bat his hand away and finish the job, and I slide the shirt open to reveal the hot six pack of abs that I first laid eyes on just this morning.
I run my fingertips along the ridges, and when I glance up at him, his eyes are closed as he tips his head back, his neck corded. I stand and run my hands along his torso until I’m up to where his shirt still hangs on him, and I push it down his arms to help him out of it.
I unbuckle his belt as he unbuttons the cuffs and his shirt drops to the floor, and before I unbutton his pants, I run my hand along the outside of his pants, grabbing his cock in my fist as I turn to look up at him.
His eyes are dark and hooded with lust as they meet mine. He clenches his jaw and it works back and forth a little.
And then he sweeps me up and tosses me back on the bed. “I didn’t give you permission to stand.”
“And yet I did it anyway since I don’t need some man to tell me what I can or can’t do.”
“You certainly don’t, do you?” He gazes down at me with admiration for a beat, and the way he’s looking at me nearly makes me preen. “But tonight, here and now between the two of us, you beg for it.”
“Fat chance, asshole.”
He lets out a wicked little laugh. “We’ll see.”
He unbuttons his pants and steps out of them. He’s standing in front of me in his boxer briefs.
I’m waiting for him to remove those things when he climbs on top of the bed and hovers over me. I lay back because it feels like the natural thing to do, and he thrusts his hips to mine.
It’s big and hard and God do I want it even more than I did a few seconds ago. I can feel his cock nearly pushing into me through the thin fabric of his briefs and the thin fabric of my panties, and my eyes roll back at the mere suggestion of it.
He stops moving so his hard cock stays pressed right against my begging, greedy pussy. There’s no friction yet, and I fist a handful of the comforter in each hand to keep myself from reaching out for him. His lips hover over mine for a beat before they drop down, and this kiss is frenzied and rough even though the rest of his body isn’t moving.
I push my hips against his, desperate for him to move, to give me what I need as an ache pulses inside me, but he remains still.
He’s trying to get into my head, and with the unpredictability of it all, he’s succeeding.
Eventually he moves his hips, and he trails his lips down my neck and into my cleavage. He pulls aside my bra and sucks my nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it until it forms into a peak.
“Fuck, that’s sweet,” he murmurs against my skin.
I reach a hand between us and into his boxer briefs, and I grab his cock into my fist.
I don’t start jerking him off yet, though. Instead, if he’s going to still against my pussy, I’m going to still with his cock in my hand.
Two can play that game.
He reaches down between my legs and feels how damp my panties are.
“Your cunt is certainly begging for it,” he says, his voice low and raspy and sexy as fuck. “Now you beg me for it.”
“Never.” I glare at him.
