Page 216 of S is for SEX

STEVIE

I had spent a lifetime allowing my mouth, attitude, and outgoing personality to get me into some serious trouble. Until I met Wilson, however, being in trouble had never been any fun.

“Are you ever going to do something ridiculous like that ever again?” he breathed into my ear as he thrust his cock deep inside of me.

The force lifted me from my feet. Now hovering an inch off of the floor with his hips against my bare ass and his throbbing shaft tickling my g-spot, I fought to catch my breath and respond properly.

“Maybe,” I grunted.

He clenched my hair in his fist and pulled it tight. His forearm dug into my back causing my head to turn to the side until he came into my vision. Standing behind me completely naked, his bare chest was flexed wide and his hair hung down in his face. I felt the pressure increase on the back of my head as he clenched his jaw and pressed his chin into the side of my neck. I closed my eyes allowed my mind to wander through thoughts of what he was going to do to me.

His warm breath against my ear was driving me insane. “Are you sure?” he growled.

I opened my eyes and gazed out the window of his office. Being fucked on the twentieth floor of his office against the glass wasn’t punishment, it was a dream come true. If this was what he intended to do to me to teach me a lesson, I’d piss him off every night.

“Fuck yes…I’m sure,” I grunted. “I’ll do…something...dumb…again.”

He released my hair and pressed his hand against the back of my head. The glass was cold against my cheek, but fighting him was an impossible task. He was far too strong. I was exactly where I wanted to be, and he was fucking me the way I needed to be fucked.

Each thrust of his hips lifted me from the floor slightly and caused my bare chest to slam into the cold glass. My nipples pressing against the window was a turn-on in itself, and not something I had experienced in the past, but was quite sensual. I realized as I stared down at the city that being fucked while looking at the people and traffic of the downtown district was going to bring me to climax much quicker than normal. In my mind they were all looking up watching Wilson teach me a lesson.

He pressed his hips against my ass and held me up, suspended slightly from the floor. I opened my mouth and stretched my jaw wide at the feeling of his cock being thrust so deep that it hurt.

“You like that big dick?” he growled.

“Mmhhmm,” I whimpered.

The pressure of my face being pressed against the glass relaxed as his hand moved from the back of my head. Within an instant, his hands found my boobs and he began squeezing and kneading aggressively. I moaned in pleasure as I arched my back and attempted to get the head of his thick cock to rub my g-spot again.

Oh fuck…

There…it…is…

As I began to grind my hips in a circular motion, the tip of his dick worked its magic against my g-spot. My entire body began to tingle as I felt the pressure build within me. At the same time, his breathing became choppy and labored.

Fuck yes. Come with me…

I arched my back and bucked my hips wildly as the tingling increased to a point that it was almost crippling. With my boobs still cupped in his strong hands, his fingers began to pinch my nipples, causing an entirely new sensation to begin, but one I wasn’t able to enjoy for very long.

“Wilson…” I moaned as I ground my ass against his hips.

I felt him begin to swell inside of me.

It was time.

As the pressure within me mounted, he dragged his teeth up along my neck until his lips were against my ear.

“I love you,” he breathed into my ear.

Incapable of responding, but totally in love with him as well, I burst into an orgasm, shaking from my toes to my fingertips. The pressure from his swollen cock increased as he reached climax. Simultaneously, he erupted within me. The sensation of his cum inside of me caused my legs to go weak and buckle beneath me.

As I rested my ass against his upper thighs and attempted to regain my senses, he turned my head to the side and kissed me fully and passionately on the lips.

Kissing was something I enjoyed greatly, but rarely seemed to do. As our tongues intertwined and we moaned in pleasure, the orgasm slowly decreased, and eventually faded into a dull tingle.

I sighed in relief as he lifted me from my feet and tossed me over his shoulder. With his hand cupped against my butt, he turned around, took two steps, and cleared his massive desk of everything on it with one swipe of his arm. The phone, all the papers, his computer monitor, and every office accessory crashed to the floor. He leaned forward, lifted me from his shoulders, and cradled me onto the desk.

I raised my head from the desk and rested my chin in my hand as I admired him. His torso was rippled with muscles and flared into a wide “V” shape as it formed into his massive chest. Free of hair, the definition of each and every well-defined muscle was apparent. My eyes slowly shifted upward until they met his gaze. His hair was a mess, and he was completely naked except for his socks. Satisfied he was everything I needed, wanted, and now deserved; I curled into a tight little ball and grinned.

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