My Body Betrayed Me

I stepped closer, forcing her against the desk. The sharp corner pressed into her back, but she didn't flinch. If anything, she grew confident tilting her chin higher, defiant.

"What do you want from me?" I asked, the words rasping through clenched teeth.

Her eyes burned with something fierce and unyielding as she said, "Something real. Something you can't control."

The words hit harder than I cared to admit, cutting through the armor I had spent years perfecting. She didn't just want me-she wanted the part of me that I kept buried, the part that I didn't even trust myself to handle.

I should've walked away. Should've let the silence swallow us whole.

But instead, I cupped her jaw, my thumb brushing her cheek as I murmured, "You don't know what you are asking for."

Her lips curved into the faintest smirk, a challenge that made my blood hum. "Then show me."

The room seemed to shrink, the air heavy with unspoken promises. My hands found her waist and for the first time in years, I felt out of control.

Her breath hitched as my hands tightened on her waist, pulling her closer. The silk of her dress was cool against my fingers, a sharp contract to the fire she was stroking with every word, every defiant look.

"I'm not a man you play games with," I warned, though my voice had lost its edge. It sounded rough and uneven.

She tilted her head, her lips brushing the shell of my ear as she whispered, "And yet here we are."

That did it. I claimed her mouth with mine, crushing any last pretense of control between us. She met with the same intensity, her hands tangling my hair, pulling me closer like she couldn't get enough.

Every instinct told me to stop, to push her away before I did something I couldn't take back.

But she tasted like rebellion, like everything I had denied myself of, and I was starving.

The desk creaked under her as I lifted her onto it, my body slotting perfectly between her knees.

Her nails bit into my shoulders, dragging a growl from deep in my chest.

"You think you can handle this?" I rasped against her lips, my hands roaming lower, testing, teasing.

Her laugh was breathless, wicked. "Think the question is-can you?"

The room was a blur of heat and chaos, our bodies moving like they'd been made for this moment. But somewhere in the haze, a single thought clawed its way into the surface: If I continued, there would be no going back.

Feeling her core, I could tell she was ready for me. Gently caressing her clit between my fingers, the puffy round bud was more than enough to release my wrath. As if her voice alone didn't make me hard enough. While my lips traveled from her lips to her neck, I was spreading her legs wider, following the same slow speed as my kisses. She didn't resist me at all. Was she a foolish woman or was I a foolish man?

I pulled away from her. "Take if off," I demanded. Looking down at her, watching her bring her arms in slowly from my neck down to the buckle on my belt. With eyes wide, she pulled out my cock and seemed stunned. I moved her hair to the side of her face, brushing her cheek.

"Can you still handle me now, baby?"

I could tell she was a bit timid, but that fear did not stop her from putting me in her mouth. Swallowing my tip, I let out a sigh as I look down on her from the shadows.

She gradually increased her speed, not letting me out of her site. I couldn't keep my eyes off her. The way she carried on without hassle, her poise body refined and disciplined waiting for my touch.

I tucked my arms under her shoulders and lifted her back up on my desk. Our tongues intertwined once more while one hand rubbed her shoulders and the other caressed her clit once more. I flick her bud slowly letting her moan right in my mouth. She was begging me to be inside her as one, but not just yet. I plunge one finger inside her.

"So tight," I whsiper in her ear as her breathing increases and she clenches my arm harder, moving with mine almost as if she was in control of the pace I was going. But I wasn't going to let her have that much control. So I dive deeper, holding her back straight-up as she was starting to lose control of her entire body.

"Yes," she groans looking down at the wild wetness and staring back into my eyes. I stop right before she is about to climax, put my finger in her mouth to get a taste, and move into her making us one. I start off slow, in control, but then as we are looking at each other, she make this face-daunting, desiring for more of me. I plunge my entire cock deep inside making her gasp for air.

Without losing eye contact, she sweeps everything behind her off my desk and leans back on her elbows. I lift her from behind her knees, getting a better angle. I thrust deeper and with each thrust I increase my speed. The room filling up with wet, slapping noises. I couldn't tell whether it was her ass or my balls, but it added fuel to the fire. She reached out to me. gripping my pecks and letting out deep, fast breaths all while moaning.

I couldn't help myself so I picked her up, held her in my arms, and continued my thrusts while cradling her in the air.

"Ah fuck that's tight," I exclaim as the new angle seems to have given her pussy a tighter grip on me. I push on through as we both are breathing into each other's mouths now. She claws my arms and back, making me growl and dive deeper into her harder but slower. She turned her head as if hinting to me to sit us down. I do as she pleases. I carry her to the leather chair, cold as hell, but a shining street light on her skin fills me up with a burning fire.

I watch her in awe as she readjusts herself, removing all clothing from her body.

She re-inserts me slowly, squatting right on me and I can't help but to hang my head back and close my eyes engulfing her warmth and wetness. Once she tosses my shirt aside, she grabs my shoulders and rides me thoroughly. I snap my head back into focus, "You look beautiful," I groan, moving my hands under her thighs to help support her movements.

"Is this what you were so afraid of?" She asks, her mouth open and low moans coming from her throat.

I move one hand to her hip, and the other gently gripping her throat, leaning into her ear and whispered, "In my worst nightmares." I stand up once more, pinning her against the wall and thrusting faster and harder with each moan we let out. I could feel the climax building in both of us, ready to burst. I remove my chest from hers, looking and reaching down rubbing her swollen clit waiting for her to release her tension onto my shaft.

She looks at me with a desperate faced as both inside and out of her are being serviced, "Cum for me." I ask watching her in awe.

"You first," she rebuts, defying my request. I pull out of her, continuously rubbing her.

"I won't ask again, cum for me."

With a load moan, seemingly a roar, her legs begin to shake and she deters my arm.

"Your turn," she states while slipping through my hands, onto her knees, stroking me, waiting for my seed.

Within seconds, I give her what she asks for. Filling her mouth while we lock eyes, I pinch her cheeks, "Swallow," I demand. She looks down for a second then meets my eyes again, opening her mouth, assuring she obeyed my order.

"Good girl," I grin.