Page 31 of Alpha Bait

"Yes..."

She reached for my belt buckle but I swatted her hands away.

"Careful bad girl. I wouldn't want to have to punish you."

I pinned her arms above her head, holding her against the wall with one hand and her hands with the other. She wrapped her legs around my torso, her thick thighs pressing into my side. I kissed her, thrusting my tongue into her throat and grinding into her until she bucked her hips against mine.

I scooped her off the wall and tossed her back onto the bed, crawling between her legs before she had a moment to react. Clothing stripped off piece by piece. First her white oxford shirt, then her tights, then the silk pencil skirt that cinched tightly at her delicate waist.

Before long, she was just as naked as she'd been before me on the beach. This time we'd go the distance and follow our desire for each other to its natural conclusions without the bane of interruption or discovery. Indie pawed at my pants and swatted her arm again.

"Patience, Indie."

She responded to my voice as if under hypnosis and inhaled sharply as I pressed my lips to her neck. Good. I reached my hand past the waistband of her underwear and slipped my fingers between her lips.

"You're so wet..."

She giggled and hooked her thumbs through the waistband of her underwear, pulling it off.

"Look at how easily you melt in my hands..." I whispered.

"Shut up..."

"Indie Holloway... spreading her legs for Rich Carmichael... imagine that."

"Shut up!" She hissed.

I chuckled.

"Don't tell me to shut up sweetheart. You wanted to be treated like a bad girl so that's what you get. Turn around."

She flipped onto her stomach and I arched her back. She held the position, her legs trembling in a mixture of fear and anticipation. I slipped my pants and underwear off, no longer capable of restraining my raging hard-on.

I kissed her back and dipped my finger between her lips.

"Perfection..."

I slipped a rubber onto my hardness and positioned myself at her entrance. I pressed down on the middle of her back and thrust my hardness inside her with one swift motion. She cried out -- loudly. I grunted as I pulled out of her and her wetness clamped down on my throbbing member.

I groaned and thrust into her again. She moaned. I'd meant to take it slow but I couldn't. The honey pot between her legs gripped my cock with interminable heat and a sopping softness. I thrust between her legs hard again, gripping onto her hips as I plunged into her. I grunted as I pumped between her legs harder... and harder...

She moaned and I could sense her approaching a climax. I drove between her legs and snaked my hand down the length of her spine until my fingers sank between the strands of her hair. I grabbed a handful of her hair and tugged gently, positioning her at my mercy as I pummeled between her legs.

"YES! Oh, yes!" She cried out.

Her cries bled into an orgasm that shook every inch of her body. She moaned her elbows slid onto the sheets, pressing her breasts into the bed. I gripped her hips and drove into her deeper...

"Take it..." I groaned, "take daddy's big dick..."

"Oh yes! Yes, Rich... I'm cumming," she moaned.

"Cum for daddy," I growled, and she exploded into another climax, this one bigger than the previous one.

I pulled my cock out of her and flipped her onto her back.

"I want to look into your eyes as you cum for me," I growled.

Indie grasped for my buttocks, her nails dragging across my flesh as she urged me to enter her again. I pried her thighs apart further and pressed my hardness against her. She braced herself and moaned as I slid inside her. I grabbed her arms and pinned them above her head, pressing her into the bed.

---