Weak for Him by Lyra Parish Page A

amount of spam
email on my phone.
    Mr. Felton walked to the kitchen,
grabbed a bottle of water, and sat across from me at the table. I
gave a half smile and then returned my attention back to my phone.
He continued to stare.
    "What?"
    "You're always thinking about
something. Even as you do what you're doing, you are always
somewhere else. Your gears are always turning, aren't
they?"
    "Just wondering how I got on all
of the spam email lists. Must be all the porn I'm subscribed
to."
    He chuckled and almost spit his
water out on me.
    "Watch it, buddy, don't get me
wet."
    He gave me that smile along
with the look that said he would rip the clothes right off of my
body if he could.
    He swallowed, and then so did I.
The tension went from slack to tight in five seconds. The next
thing I knew, he was pushing his seat in and moving toward me. I
stood as he stood beside me, my heart beating five hundred miles
per hour, faster than V could drive, faster than I could
imagine.
    Mr. Felton moved my chair and
lifted me onto the kitchen table, sliding everything that was in
his way onto the floor. He laid me across the cold oak. His lips
met my neck, and his fingers trailed up and down my arms. My dress
found its way up my thighs, and his hands followed suit.
    "No panties? You are scandalous,
Ms. Downs. You scandalous little virgin."
    "Shut up," I said.
    His kisses, his touch, the
intensity of his wanderlust across my body made me instantly wet.
He continued to touch me in naughty places, playing with me.
Placing one finger on the outside of my sex and then trailing
around it slowly only to make my insides quake and beg for
him.
    "Do you like it?" he whispered in
my ear. I nodded my head, pleading with my eyes.
    "Tell me," he said.
    "I fucking love it."
    "Tell me what you want me to do to
you."
    I gulped and sat up on the table.
The edge of it pressing into my butt, making indents. The slight
pain prickled, and I reveled in it. I had never told a man what I
wanted him to do, but there was a naughty inside girl that wanted,
needed to be free. A naughty girl who desired to be fucked and
wanted to be completely submissive to Mr. Felton, having him
fulfill my sexual desires.
    "You know what I want," I said as
I slowly undid each button of his shirt and trailed my hands over
his abs. He closed his eyes with delight, but I wanted to stare
into them because I knew what he wanted.
     
    He pounced on top of me and held
my hands tight above my head. I opened my legs wide, and he thrust
his hardness within his suit pants against me. My insides throbbed
with a want so powerful that I moaned.
    "Is this what you want?" He thrust
harder on me, and I wrapped my legs around him.
    "Yes. Yes," I panted and
begged.
    My hips naturally moved in motion,
and I wanted nothing more than Mr. Felton to take me, to pound me,
to become the rightful owner of my virginity.
    "You want to be fucked, don't you?
Tell me. Tell me what you want."
    "I want you to fuck me, sir . I want you to take me right here on this fucking table.
I want to feel you inside of me. I want you to think of me every time you sit at this table to eat dinner. Or drink tea. Or
eat a fucking biscuit. Now ."
    He pushed onto me one last time
and then let his face hover over mine as he focused on my mouth. He
bit his bottom lip and all I wanted to do was suck on it. Warm
breath danced on my face, and I reached up to kiss his mouth, but
he pulled away and slid off of the table.
    "I think you're ready. I'll inform
the bidders that you'll officially consummate the deal, and the bid
inquires will be placed for your virginity. Could happen as early
as next Friday. Also, pack your bags. You'll be taking a trip with
Luketon tomorrow and won't return for a few days."
    After buttoning the perfectly
white shirt, he adjusted himself, and then left the room. I balled
my fists and swallowed the anger back.
    All I wanted was Finnley Felton,
and all he wanted was customer satisfaction.
    Looks like I was fucked