Page 51 of The Bargain

“Fuck it,” I growled as the band around my barely contained craving snapped, letting out the predator I was under the polished veneer of a controlled businessman.

I stood up and she mirrored my movement.

Closing the distance between us, I stopped so close to her that my chest brushed against her breasts.

I looked down at her, my breath slightly labored, as my dick started tenting the front of my pants.

She looked down at the clear tell of my growing desire, then looked back up at me. Her pupils were dilated, her lips slightly ajar, giving me a peek of the pink tongue that had been wrapped around my dick in what seemed like forever ago.

Grabbing the back of her neck, I pulled her toward me and invaded her sweet mouth as she gasped in surprise.

She tasted like the hot chocolate she’d just drank. I bit on her bottom lip, not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to make her understand that I meant business. I wanted to possess every part of her.

As I deepened the kiss again, she moaned, quickly yielding under the roughness of my lips and the commanding pace of my tongue.

Tightening my hold on her neck, I pulled her closer to me before pressing her up against the table. Trapping her between myself and the strong wood, I let go of her mouth and started to nibble on her jawline. I trailed a hand under her jumper, leaving a trail of goosebumps across her impossibly soft skin. Cupping her small perky breast, I brushed my thumb over her cotton-covered nipple, which was already erected with desire.

I pinched it softly and she rocked her hips against me with a hiss. Oh, she enjoyed the bite of pain too; this was going to be explosive.

Letting go of her neck, I pulled her shirt off her shoulder, while still nibbling on her skin. She tasted like the best dessert in the world, and she smelled like cherry blossoms.

“You smell good enough to eat,” I whispered against her skin.

She sucked on my earlobe. “Eat me then.”

I flipped her around and bent her over the table. She didn't try to stop me or fight me; she was all soft and submissive in my hands. A dream come true.

I unbuckled my belt and watched her shiver at the sound.

I smiled in anticipation. Pulling down my zipper, I freed my engorged cock. When I yanked down her grey sweatpants, I was surprised at her choice of underwear. It was a pair of cotton panties with cherries on it - something I would have expected to see on an innocent schoolgirl, but not on the sultry woman bent over my kitchen table.

“Spread your legs.”

She did so, albeit a little hesitantly. My smile widened due to both the view of her arousal-soaked panties and her response to my commands.

Was being bossed around new to her? I found that hard to believe and yet…every gesture she made was a little uncertain, as if she was learning. But she was loving it and right now, I didn't care about anything else.

When I pulled down her panties, I could barely make out the side of her face due to the position on the table, but it looked like she was blushing. No, that couldn’t be right. She had to have been bent over more times than she could count. It was probably just an effect of the lighting.

I looked down at her pussy and let out a groan. It was pink and glistering with her arousal; she was even more perfect than she was in my daydreams.

Resting a hand on her hip, I grabbed my cock firmly and rubbed its head up and down her soaked slit. She moaned wantonly each time my cock rubbed against her clit. Fuck, she was so responsive.

“Spread your legs wider,” I commanded. She did so, her feet now barely touching the ground; she rested on the balls of her feet.

And that was when I entered her in one powerful thrust.

She gasped at the invasion, tightening her hands into fists on the table, but I didn't care. I didn't care about anything other than being inside her.

Tilting my head back, I closed my eyes, enjoying the warmth and tightness of her cunt around my length. I’d been joking about her tightness, but she had to be the tightest woman I’d ever been with. Her channel molded my cock so tightly, it felt like a glove. I could feel her every tremor on my pulsating dick.

“Fuck.” I retreated completely from her body and then sank back into her divine heat.

Tightening my hold on her hip, I pressed my other hand against the base of her spine. Increasing my pace, I thrust into her again and again.

She gasped with every movement of my cock. Raising her hips, she tried to seek more friction against me.

I was lost in a pleasurable daze, not even thinking about much more other than making this last as long as possible.

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