Page 47 of The Desire

They have a roughness to them, not all perfect and smooth but like what I hear them talk about what a real manly guy is like, and it’s got my lips tingling all over. His urgency to have me tells me what I already knew. We are fighting something that I’m not sure we will be able to stop from happening.

His hands are so tight, holding my head in just the right position. I can’t breathe, but I don’t want to stop. Any minute he is going to pull away, and it will all be over again. My gut’s churning with emotions, and I’m already dripping wet from the frenzy that’s thrumming through my body. I need to hold on for as long as I can. I wrap my arms around to his back and cling to him like I’m about to fall. Just like I knew he would, Rem starts to pull away.

No, no, no, no, please don’t stop.

The panic is obviously written all over my face when looks at me. My mouth is open and I’m panting like he has just kissed every bit of air out of me.

“Don’t worry, I’m just beginning.” That deep rasp in his voice has the electricity rushing through my body, and I feel like I’m back in that place of euphoria I was at Christmas.

Enveloping me in his arms, he kisses me roughly, this time claiming my mouth with his tongue.

There is no holding back now, and I’m all in too.

I want this more than I let myself believe, but now that it’s happening, I’m not letting my conscience get involved. This is lust-driven, and it’s what we both need. He walks me backward until the back of my legs hit his desk.

Our lips separating, I can’t tell if he is looking at me with desire or annoyance that I have put him in this position.

“You keep telling me no, yet you pushed us to this point. This is your last chance to stop it.”

I shake my head quickly. In my head I’m screaming, “Don’t stop!”

“Use your words, El, tell me what you want.” I love hearing him call me that. It’s something special just between us. I know what I want, but part of me is scared to ask for it.

My voice all breathy, I say, “Touch me… please, Rem, touch me.” A shiver runs through my body as his fingers find their way to my jeans button.

“Is that all you want, to be touched?” He nuzzles into my neck and kisses me behind my ear as he whispers to me.

The zipper on my jeans is pulled down, and he runs his fingers along the top of my panties. I can’t keep from shuddering as he starts to slide under the elastic and down my bare skin.

“Words, El,” he growls, nipping at my neck at the same time his finger skims across my clit and slides down the front of my folds.

“Fuck.” I’m groaning without control of what I’m saying.

“Are you telling me it feels good… or are you asking me to fuck you on my desk?” Lifting his head, he looks deep into my soul with his dark eyes.

“Both!” I grit my teeth as he continues to rub up and down over my clit, and every time he touches it, my body fires with the most intense sensation. “All of it, I want it all.”

The wicked smile that appears on his face tells me whatever I’m about to get is going to be good.

“Push your jeans and panties down.” His demanding voice has me moving quickly, but I’m desperate to feel him too. My hands jump to his trousers, and the faster his finger works me over, I can’t help but keep moaning. It makes me want his trousers on the floor, and his cock, that I can already feel is rock hard, in my hands right now.

“Don’t touch my cock.” His gruffness makes me stop dead and look up to his face above me. “I’m hanging on by a thread, and I’m not ready for this to be over.” Without warning, he thrusts his finger deep inside me, and he pushes his thumb hard down on my engorged clit. Curling his finger, he has me falling forward into him as my orgasm is building hard. I’m shamelessly riding his hand, and I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to.

“That’s it, let me take away that ache… because you ache for me at night, don’t you, El. Show me how much you want me.”

I can’t hold on any longer. I shudder all over his hand as my body explodes, knowing he’s right. The ache is so deep that I don’t how to get rid of it.

But before he lets my body come down from my huge high of indulgence, he spins me on his desk and pushes my face down into the dark timber.

The loud slap of his hand landing on my ass echoes along with my noisy gasp. No one has ever slapped me on the ass before, and if you’d asked me before if I wanted it, I would’ve said absolutely not.

But instead, it just makes my pussy wetter than it already was, and I’m craving another one.

“That’s what naughty vixens who tempt me get.” His fingers are back working over my entrance and dragging the moisture all over my pussy. “Oh, you liked that, didn’t you. You are so wet. Just like my cock that’s leaking from seeing my red handprint on your pale and supple ass.”

I can feel my body chasing his hand as it withdraws from me.

His hard cock is lying in the crack of my ass as he leans over my body to whisper in my ear again. “Keep quiet because we don’t want my son to hear me fucking his nanny on my desk, do we. You scream, I stop.”

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