Page 52 of Pawn

Pulling my body towards him, my back presses against his chest, his mouth to my ear. “Now what is it you wanna say, Medusa?”

“What about dinner?” My voice is way too soft to be making demands. It’s hard being firm when his fingers are wandering between my legs.

“Cancelled.” His voice rolls in my ear. Biting my lip is the only thing keeping me from jumping his bones and I’m biting it hard. I need to stand my ground. “It’s me and you, Jo.” Bending me over the wooden desk, my tits press against the cold wood, the weight of his chest moving me with ease. “And I’m about to show you some tough love.”

Fourteen

Damien

She gasps when the candle wax hits her smooth ass. It dribbles onto her sandy skin, a line rolling down her cheek. It’s almost as hypnotizing as those eyes.

I warn her, “Stay right there.”

Another drop and her hips rise off the desk.

“Is that wax?”

“Too hot?”

“N-no it’s …” Bringing the heat of the candle close to her skin she lifts her ass towards it and I smirk. She likes my twisted games. Craves it.

Raking my finger through her soft curls I grab a handful of her hair, pulling her face off the desk. “It’s what?”

Another drip of the white wax gets her answer instead. “Gooood,” she moans as I move my hand from her hair. My fingertips graze her back before they drag all the way between her legs.

“You do like it. You give it away with how wet you are, Jo.” Groaning, my cock begs for freedom but not until I have my fun.

“We need—ahhh god, yes!” My fingers swirl over her clit while I let another drop of wax hit her ass. I can’t help it. I love the squirm of her body, like a sexy brown snake.

“Need a safe word?”

“Compromise,” she moans, my fingers pushing into her tight, wet hole and I can’t help but stroke my cock through my joggers.

“Compromise? That’s the word you’re going with?”

“No.” She tries to look back at me. “Call off your bodyguard.”

Pulling my fingers from her warm wet slit, my palm comes to her ass, the hardened wax coming off in the impact.

She moans, her cheek turning a hint of red and it only makes me harder as I say, “Not a chance.”

She moves her head to the side, keeping her chest against the desk. “Why? I’m fine on my own. It’s embarrassing and elitist.”

“Fine.” Another bit of wax on her ass gets her writhing for me again.

Pushing my pants down, I need to feel more of her. When my cock pushes against her warm ass, I let another bit of wax drip.

“Whyyy does that feel so good?” she moans, my cock at her entrance. “And give me a warning befooore—fuuuck.”

I can’t wait for her to finish before I push inside her, my hands rubbing over her waxy ass. One thrust moves the entire desk and she feels so good I’m cursing too. “Fucking, Jesus.”

She tries to speak but I’m thrusting hard between her words. “Give me a warning.” Thrust. “Before you have—” Thrust. “Business dinners! God, King!”

She’s right but it’s still hard not to spank her with my cock buried deep inside her. It looks so good and when more wax flies off her cheeks I want to see more.

“Fine,” I agree. “Now shut up and take my cock. Your cock.”

She grips the end of the desk and hangs on while I fuck her like we’re signing a new deal. This is how we do business. Our bodies pressed together, Jo begging for more while I hammer away at that sweet, wet pussy.

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