to
perfection.
I’m almost lost to the vision
in front of me, to Finn’s hand in my panties, and his hard on behind me when he
growls out in my ear, “You’ve got to stop or I’ll come in my pants.”
“I’ll stop moving if you put
your thumb on my clit,” I whisper back, capturing his earlobe with my teeth.
His fingers shift and the
second his thumb connects I go off, bucking and moaning against his thighs and
body as he holds me. Intense pleasure rolls through me in waves. Delirious from
my orgasm, I drop to my knees in front of him with no thought to where we are and
release his throbbing cock. His eyes are glazed as they watch my mouth swallow
the swollen head. I bob a total of five times before he tries to pull me off. I
refuse to move, now wrapping my hand around his shaft, sucking harder until he
shoots his hot, sticky liquid down my throat. I continue sucking and bobbing more
slowly now until the pulsing ceases. Then I clean him with my mouth and tuck
him back into his clothes. The couple in the scene room are still going at it.
Her cries growing louder by the second. I step back behind him and go back to
rubbing his shoulders until they finish.
Once the scene ends, I tug
him by the hand back to my office. As soon as we are through the door he throws
the lock, undoes his pants, and let them hit the floor around his ankles. He snatches
me against him and kisses me with a force I’ve never felt. Before I can say a
word, he spins us and pushes my back against the door. He drags my skirt up to
my waist and rips the panties clean off me. The burn from where the fabric tore
on my tender skin does little to distract me.
I lift one of my legs to curl
around his hip; the other balancing precariously on my sky high heels. He
shoves his boxers down and enters me roughly, taking me hard and fast. His arms
holding me close, he pumps into me with a fervor I’ll never get enough of. His
grunts echo in my ear as he sucks and nips on my neck. He’s clearly lost
control of himself and is fucking me so hard we may make a dent in this door. I’m
sure my whole staff and some of the members can hear my screams as I come not
just once, but twice. The grooves in the design of the door are going to be
permanently etched into my skin and while painful as I bang against them, it
also brings about a different sort of pleasure. This is a wild hedonistic
pleasure born from need and overwhelming desire. Our skin continues to slap
together carrying a rhythm all its own.
As I draw closer to my next
orgasm, he must feel it, because he increases his pace.
I chant, “Finn. Oh god. Finn,
Oh god. Finn!”
He comes inside me on a fiery
rush and collapses against me, pinning me harder to the door as my muscles
clench around him. The wood is cool against my overheated skin, and I’m spent
as my legs slips from his hip, foot landing on the floor. Boneless like a jelly
fish, my legs struggle to hold me up. He pulls out slowly, and jerks his boxers
and pants back up over his flaccid cock.
In a soft voice I mention, “The
bathroom is behind you through that door if you need it.”
I point to the open door
across the room. He leaves me standing there without a word, so I snatch my
ravaged panties from the floor and toss them in my wastebasket. He comes
out a moment or two later and won’t look me in the eyes. I walk around him to
the bathroom where I clean myself up. Then I return to face him.
The tortured look he gives me
is not one you’d expect from a man who just came for the second time in less
than an hour. My stomach rolls at the realization of his regret. It’s obvious
that’s what he’s feeling.
“I hate myself for what just
happened. That’s not me. I can’t believe how rough I was with you.” Instead of
enjoying what we did, he feels guilt, and my heart plummets at his confession.
I step forward close enough to
touch him again. “I loved every second of it. If not, I would have stopped it.
You enjoyed it. Why
perfection.
I’m almost lost to the vision
in front of me, to Finn’s hand in my panties, and his hard on behind me when he
growls out in my ear, “You’ve got to stop or I’ll come in my pants.”
“I’ll stop moving if you put
your thumb on my clit,” I whisper back, capturing his earlobe with my teeth.
His fingers shift and the
second his thumb connects I go off, bucking and moaning against his thighs and
body as he holds me. Intense pleasure rolls through me in waves. Delirious from
my orgasm, I drop to my knees in front of him with no thought to where we are and
release his throbbing cock. His eyes are glazed as they watch my mouth swallow
the swollen head. I bob a total of five times before he tries to pull me off. I
refuse to move, now wrapping my hand around his shaft, sucking harder until he
shoots his hot, sticky liquid down my throat. I continue sucking and bobbing more
slowly now until the pulsing ceases. Then I clean him with my mouth and tuck
him back into his clothes. The couple in the scene room are still going at it.
Her cries growing louder by the second. I step back behind him and go back to
rubbing his shoulders until they finish.
Once the scene ends, I tug
him by the hand back to my office. As soon as we are through the door he throws
the lock, undoes his pants, and let them hit the floor around his ankles. He snatches
me against him and kisses me with a force I’ve never felt. Before I can say a
word, he spins us and pushes my back against the door. He drags my skirt up to
my waist and rips the panties clean off me. The burn from where the fabric tore
on my tender skin does little to distract me.
I lift one of my legs to curl
around his hip; the other balancing precariously on my sky high heels. He
shoves his boxers down and enters me roughly, taking me hard and fast. His arms
holding me close, he pumps into me with a fervor I’ll never get enough of. His
grunts echo in my ear as he sucks and nips on my neck. He’s clearly lost
control of himself and is fucking me so hard we may make a dent in this door. I’m
sure my whole staff and some of the members can hear my screams as I come not
just once, but twice. The grooves in the design of the door are going to be
permanently etched into my skin and while painful as I bang against them, it
also brings about a different sort of pleasure. This is a wild hedonistic
pleasure born from need and overwhelming desire. Our skin continues to slap
together carrying a rhythm all its own.
As I draw closer to my next
orgasm, he must feel it, because he increases his pace.
I chant, “Finn. Oh god. Finn,
Oh god. Finn!”
He comes inside me on a fiery
rush and collapses against me, pinning me harder to the door as my muscles
clench around him. The wood is cool against my overheated skin, and I’m spent
as my legs slips from his hip, foot landing on the floor. Boneless like a jelly
fish, my legs struggle to hold me up. He pulls out slowly, and jerks his boxers
and pants back up over his flaccid cock.
In a soft voice I mention, “The
bathroom is behind you through that door if you need it.”
I point to the open door
across the room. He leaves me standing there without a word, so I snatch my
ravaged panties from the floor and toss them in my wastebasket. He comes
out a moment or two later and won’t look me in the eyes. I walk around him to
the bathroom where I clean myself up. Then I return to face him.
The tortured look he gives me
is not one you’d expect from a man who just came for the second time in less
than an hour. My stomach rolls at the realization of his regret. It’s obvious
that’s what he’s feeling.
“I hate myself for what just
happened. That’s not me. I can’t believe how rough I was with you.” Instead of
enjoying what we did, he feels guilt, and my heart plummets at his confession.
I step forward close enough to
touch him again. “I loved every second of it. If not, I would have stopped it.
You enjoyed it. Why
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