Control by Ali Parker Page A

for a new job left me locked in indecision. What if he was with my company? I didn't know everyone.
    "Touch me. Now." He nipped at my ear.
    "I'm not interested." I turned my face a little and brushed my nose by his. It would be easy to get lost in his desire. He was by far the best looking man at the conference and had a body I once would have given my soul to ride all night.
    "You're a liar, but a beautiful one." He gripped my chin tightly and leaned in, pressing me to the wall. The thickness of his arousal pressed into my belly and left me panting softly. My obsession with boys with big toys forced me to reach up and grab his hips.
    "I'm not fucking you." I lifted to my toes and pressed my lips to his as a low grown escaped me. I hadn't been with anyone for three months as the last time left me feeling a little more than slutty. Heather and her orgies.
    "Maybe not tonight, but let's make sure your little pussy salivates every time you think about me as a punishment." He kissed me again and gripped the sides of my tight black dress, tugging it up over my hips and gripping the back of my legs. "So beautiful. Exquisite even."
    "You talk too much." I smiled and wrapped my arms around his thick neck as he picked me up and pressed me to the wall, rolling his hips and brushing the length of his cock down my center.
    "Sloppy wet, Alexis." He glanced up at me and brushed my hair back as he rolled his hips again, using the head of his cock to force my drenched panties out of the way. The pressure he created as he rimmed my opening was ecstasy.
    "I love sex," I whispered and closed my eyes, pressing down a little as my panting grew louder. Every part of me came alive with need and leaving the room without forcing him deep inside of me seemed to be a tragedy I couldn't let happen.
    He gripped the sides of my ass and ran his finger just under my G-string to play with me teasingly. "I bet you do. You seem so confident and in control of yourself, standing over here like a cosmic judge of lust."
    I chuckled and pressed down farther as my body screamed in protest. He was too big. The very idea of finding someone too big left my thighs tightening around him and a groan rolling off my tongue.
    "I can't do this. Let me down." I tightened my grip on his neck and pulled up as I pressed my lips to his again and opened my mouth instead, letting him in just a little.
    "You already are." He moaned, pressed his tongue deep into my mouth and pulled my hips down to force the meaty tip of his cock inside of me. It was enough with my heightened sense of desire to throw me over the edge.
    I groaned and sucked on his touch in slow, hard pulls like I would his dick if he'd pulled me toward him instead of Heather moments earlier. My body contracted tightly, pulsing as electricity ran through the center of my stomach.
    His grip on my ass tightened painfully as he popped himself in and out of my wetness.
    "Just the tip?" He pulled back and locked gazes with me. "No. I want more. Open up and let me in deeper. You're so fucking tense."
    "No." I panted and rolled my hips, trying to ride the last moments of my orgasm as he pressed forward, forcing more of himself inside of me. I wanted him in my mouth, deep inside my pussy, forcing himself into my ass. All over me. Drowning me with the scent of his lust, the stain of his power.
    Pleasure shot through the center of my stomach and I could see myself giving him anything he wanted to keep bringing me over the edge. I had no doubt that he could do amazing things given the time and proper control.
    "It's so cute how hard you're trying to hold back." He slid one of his hands up to cup my breast and leaned down to tug at my nipple through my clothes as he forced another inch inside of me.
    I cried out and pressed down, wanting to so badly to experience the pleasure I knew waited for me when he hit home. "More."
    "Yeah, more, baby." He moved up and pressed his mouth to the side of my neck and he pulled out and pressed me