Page 167 of Rage

She dropped the pen, the ink splashing along the perfect white paper.

“Jasmine,” I crooned, as I felt the sweat on my brow, holding back from thrusting like a fucking madman because Ineededher to sign that paper. “Sign it!”

I needed her to sign because I knew that if she did not, then this encounter would be the last. She’d walk away on shaky legsafter a rough pounding, and never look back. She’d never allow herself into my orbit.

But if she signed… if she signed then she’d be signing herself, and her family, to partner with Green Fields Enterprises. She’d be forced into my circle, and I would make her the queen of New York.

She whined, as I thrust in again, feeling her shallow cunt pulsing around me. I wouldn’t hold out much longer. Not when the perfume of her arousal was all over this office, and the sound of her moans was pulling me into a trance. She was better than I had dreamed. Far better than what I’d imagined in the shower last night as I fisted my cock and decorated the tile.

“Sign it!” I said, and she shook her head. Resistant to the last.

Did she know that resistance was my aphrodisiac? That I wanted to pleasure her again and again until she was a blissed out, mewling little slut, with only my cock on her mind? I wanted to see her beg. I wanted to see her come, and fall limp on the bed, spread, and unable to move, even when I finally mounted her little body, and used her like a little fuck doll.

But I needed time. Much,muchmore time.

I wondered what I’d need to trade to get a weekend from her? A week?

She was still trying to read, but she couldn’t, not when I felt the tension of her body ease into the pleasure that started where we joined.

My balls tightened, and I knew the end was near.

“Lovely, if I finish inside this sweet cunt before you sign, we will renegotiate what…”

“No!” She whined, as her fingers grasped for the pen.

Was I annoyed that she was trying to sign so that she wouldn’t need to fuck me again? Not at all. Shewouldfuck me again. Over and over and over.

I would make it so.

Her resistance made it more certain.

She tried to steady herself as I mercilessly pounded into her, shaking her, the desk, and the very fucking foundation of this grand building. She picked up the pen and scribbled an approximation of her name.

Her signature was disjointed, sloppy, the last line swirling far off the page. Nothing like the controlled woman I had met above.

Give me your control!

With the contract signed, I pulled her up by my hand that kneading her little breast, until her head rested on my shoulder. I snaked my other hand around her waist, until my fingers found the sweet opening that hid the pretty clit beneath her trimmed hair. I went mad, circling and massaging that little thing until her knees buckled, her screams turned into keening cries as her pussy clenched with another climax.

That was what I needed.

As she crested the wave, she shook her head, her fingers trying to pry my hand away from that little bundle of sensitive nerves, swollen and needy.

“No, no more.. It…” Her voice faded away, overtaken by gasps and moans.

“It hurts?” I asked, finishing her thought.

“Yes!”

“Too bad,” I chuckled, because I did not care if it hurt. It would only heighten her pleasure.

I pistoned harder, and faster, and her hands slackened as a second melodic cry escaped her mouth, her body growing limp in my arms as I kept her pinned to me.

“That’s right, Lovely,” I said, thrusting my hips gently to fill her heat. “Just one more will do… for now.”

With middle finger in her pretty folds, the clit rubbing against my palm, I thrust into her, carving her from the inside. I took my pleasure, as I whispered sweet words in her ear.

“Such a beautiful thing.” I bit the sensitive skin of her shoulder. “Such a sweet fucking cunt.”

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