Page 30 of Give Me a Chance
I’m so fucking grateful I’m not wearing pants today. His hands find their way beneath my pleated skirt with ease, kneading the sensitive skin of my lace-covered ass.
“I need to feel you. Right fucking now,” he whispers with heavy breath. “Tell me you’re wet for me.”
“I’m so fucking wet.” It’s the truth. This man has a hold on my body I would rather not analyze.
He lifts me up, moving my panties to the side, and slides the palm of his hand over my slit.
“You weren’t lying,” he whispers in my ear, making my skin prickle with goosebumps.
Too keyed up to continue the foreplay, I get to work on unbuttoning his pants. With shaky fingers, I release his hard cock. Drool pools in my mouth, but there’s no time for me to taste him. I need to feel him inside of me. Now.
I lick the palm of my hand before stroking his cock to get him wet, though I’m pretty sure I’m dripping on his pants. He holds my panties to the side as I sit on his thick cock, inch by inch, before he’s buried all the way in my pussy.
His eyes roll to the back of his head, biting into his bottom lip. The need to moan is overwhelming, so I take a few seconds to get my shit together. I start to ride him, but he sets the punishingtempo, lifting me by the ass. He feels perfect inside of me, but the fucking panties slice into the sensitive skin.
“Wait.” He stops me, lifting me up. Both of his hands grab my underwear, and the sound of lace ripping fills the room.
Did he just tear my panties?
Why does it make me absolutely feral?
With the underwear out of the way, I impale myself on his cock again, and it’s even better. He’s hitting a spot deep inside of me, pushing me right to the edge. A quiet moan gets out, but he shushes me by putting both of his hands on my throat. I continue fucking him, his hands on my throat a delicious danger. One that makes the whole thing hotter.
I’m racing to the edge, the feel of him overwhelming.
“Do it,” I whisper, glancing at his hands and he increases the pressure on my delicate neck.
“Tap my forearms three times if it gets too much.” I nod my head to confirm, and the pressure gets harder.
Breath evades me, the hands on the side of my throat blocking my airway. His cock is hard and thick inside of me, hitting my G-spot. My hips roll, giving delicious friction to my clit, and the absence of air removes any ounce of control I had.
Just as I start to feel lightheaded, lights explode in my line of vision. My pussy clenches, gripping his cock, and he follows right behind. The pressure on my neck is gone and his lips are back on mine. He spills himself inside of me as I still tremble with my orgasm.
His kisses turn gentle as he comes down from the high.
Why is it like this, every single time?
He helps me get up and grabs a tissue from the desk to clean me up. The act is more intimate than all the dirty stuff we did. My ripped off panties end up in his pants pocket. I straighten my dress, trying not to look like I’ve just had my world rocked.
The mirror from my purse tells me I’m halfway presentable, but there is no way to stop the cum dripping from my pussy.
“Don’t worry, I knew what I was doing,” Matt stutters and I turn toward him.
“What?”
“Breath play. You showed me you’d want it, so I researched it. Just so you know, you weren’t in real danger. I’d never put you in danger.” My breath, ironically, escapes me at his words.
He noticed what I wanted and spent his time educating himself so he can give me what I want? Even when he had no guarantee we’d ever have sex again. He still put in the effort?
“Oh.” Why is that the hottest thing I’ve ever heard? And why does it make my insides tingle?
Fuck, it’s time to leave before I make him spoon me. It’s not often I get anything resembling romantic feelings, but when I do, it’s time to get the hell out.
He hands me my jacket and walks me out to my car. My thighs are slick with his seed, making this the dirtiest walk of shame I’ve ever had.
“I’ll see you Monday.” He gives me a friendly smile and leaves.
A weird sensation starts in my stomach. It’s probably the consequence of my guts being rearranged, but it feels strangely like disappointment because he’s gone.
