“Show me I’m the only one. Prove it.”
Prove it, he said. “Fine” and I will. I’ve been dying with ache for him. If playing charades will get him to be inside me then who am I to decline this request?
Gradually unbuckling his belt and his pants, I pulled his boxer briefs down all the way to his legs. When his c**k sprung free from the confines of his briefs, my insides melted from the sight of it and a flow of liquid oozed freely from my pu**y. I knelt before him and took him in my mouth. His sharp indrawn of breath pleased me. Sucking his c**k all the way to the back of my throat and sucked it back up all the way to his engorged head, repeatedly.
His large hand pulled my hair and rasped for me to stop. He commanded me to prop my elbows on the desk and to spread my legs open. I felt him behind me as he pulled the ends of my dress and hiked it all the way up above my butt. His finger traced the outline of the soft lace that covered my ass all the way to my pu**y and rubbed furiously. “You only get wet for me, Sienna?”His tone told me he’s still angry. “Only you, Blake,” I croaked. His finger drove me insane, my mind totally incapable of thinking.
“Are you lying to me?” What the f**k? How many times do I have to tell the infuriating man?
“Why the hell would I lie to you? There’s no one else I want more than you.” It’s so difficult to concentrate when his finger hasn’t stopped rubbing me and I’m trying with all my might to get it together.
A harsh sound came from him as his ripped my thong into two and flung it on the floor. He didn’t tease his engorged head on my opening like his usual technique. He just inserted himself with one powerful thrust. He growled, “Santo Cielo! I’ve been dreaming about your silk tightness for so long—forgive me if I can’t control myself. God help me—but I can’t stop wanting you.” he held my hips tighter and pounded me very hard. His force was titillating and I lifted my ass more so that he can get his fill. My invitation was awarded with another growl. He lifted me so we where both on our feet as he cupped my boobs and used it to f**k me harder.
“Baby…you feel so good…don’t stop…” I said in between moans. He bit the spot where my shoulder and neck connected. I yelped from the searing pain his teeth caused.
He pulled out and swiftly placed my limp body on the wide mahogany desk. Hooking my legs on his hips, he plunged inside me again. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He was watching his c**k pummel my pu**y and I’ve never seen a sexier look his face evoked. I groaned as he shifted his position into a grinding speed. “I only want you…only you…” I panted and out of breath.
His hands held my shoulders and both of his thumbs pressed firmly on my throat. His dominating position made the effect of his f**king even more powerful. “You belong to me. I’m taking what’s mine.” The pressure on my throat and the pressure from my groin put together simply combusted me. Multiple-orgasms quaked and vibrated my entire body as he poured his seed in my womb.
He pulled me gently to him as placed a gentle kiss on my lips. “Thank you, my love. I needed that.” He said with heavy panting.
You can have me that way, anytime. That was the best sex ever! Ever!
I lovingly smile at him, “No thank you! I love it when you’re rough and unhinged. I enjoyed every second of it.”
“Good to know because that was only the appetizer. I have more coming your way tonight.” He gave me a wicked smile and at that moment my heart convulsed with love.
I love you…
“Sounds like a plan but for now—we have to get back before our friends before they start a search party looking for us.”
I picked up my ripped underwear on the floor and was about to throw it in the waste bin when he took it from my hand. He bunched it and placed it on his nose and inhaled it. Oh. My. Goodness.
His dazzling god-like smile in place, he shoved my torn underwear in his breast-pocket. “Just a token of this eventful night, amore,” his toe-curling voice made me want to jump on him, but instead settled on his lips. Amore, he said.
Love.
The man did speak five languages fluently.
Thirty-two
We’ve been seeing each other daily. Today’s Thursday and he’ll be leaving again Sunday. Long distance with Blake is such a bummer. And since he’s leaving soon, I decided to surprise him in one of the corporate offices in South Bank.
The idea came when I was walking out of my last class of the day. It was only three in the afternoon and I didn’t feel like going home early and immediately hailed for a passing cab. The high-rise glass building was magnificent.
I eyed the automatic glass door wearily. I’m not exactly dressed appropriately for office visits. It’s nearing the end of August and the weather’s been on the chilly factor for the last few days. But today the weather greeted with the warmth rays of sunshine and succumbed to the impulse of wearing this outfit. A well-worn looking short denim skirt, white cami, and dark brown cowboy boots with my hair down finished my look—a look of a college student no doubt. Oh well, whatever. I want to see him, who cares what people think? I didn’t wear much make-up, well I don’t do much when I go to school, just tinted moisturizer, gloss and mascara.
Should I call him first? Maybe, not. I want surprise him. I’m sure he’ll be delighted to see me. He’s been insatiable ever since he landed Saturday from New York.
Feeling optimistic, I strolled to the entrance. It was all glass and black marble tiles with a touch of chrome around the bank of elevators at the far-end of the building. I stopped and greeted one the polished pretty receptionist—there were six of them. “Hello, I’m here to see Blake Knightly. Can you direct me to his office?” She stopped typing from her white apple computer and glanced in my direction. The auburn hair blue-eyed woman gave me a cold stare and mocked my outfit with her eyes and almost laughed at me, but managed to stifle it. Catty much?
“And who might you be? Do you have an appointment?” her condescending attitude continues.
“I’m Sienna Richards. I don’t have an appointment. This was a spur of the moment kinda thing. I’m one of his close friends.”
“Sure you are. Give me a minute.” With a few clicks she spoke on her tiny ear piece and started typing. After a couple of minutes (but felt like forever) she handed me a keycard pass with my name and pointed to the set of floors. She instructed me to swipe the keycard on the elevator scanner and it should take me to Blake’s floor.