Once upon a time, I lost control of my emotions with a woman. She loved me, and I let myself love her. I loved her so much, that when she left me at the altar, she broke me.

I swore I would never let anyone do that again. I’m not going to let that happen with Kylie. We’re just fuck buddies, and that’s it. Especially since I know she wants to take down my company.

But does she really? I’m having a hard time reconciling the different sides of her. I don’t know what to believe anymore. All I know for certain is that I want her.

She didn’t give me a time, and it’s driving me crazy. I’m usually so put together, so in control, and this woman is making me unravel.

She said she would come, but I don’t know when, and I’m starting to wonder if she’ll skip out on me again. But she won’t. She said she wanted me. I want to fuck you were her exact words. I couldn’t believe it when she said it. There’s something about her that floors me.

That gets to me. Women aren’t ever my undoing. I know what I want, I take what I want, I leave when I want. They can’t keep me there. I don’t go back for more when I’m over it.

But Kylie is different. I want her to want me. And when I think she doesn’t, it makes me feel like I’m losing control.

I don’t like that feeling, usually. But with her, maybe it’s alright

I can’t afford to lose control, though. Not again. With sex, sure, but anything else is a problem.

Kylie is coming tonight, though, and she’s not asking for my heart. She wants my body, and I’m more than willing to give it to her. I want to fuck her. I want her to fuck me. I want to make it a night she’ll never forget. I can keep it all about sex and forget everything else for tonight.

I’m hard in my pants. I’ve been horny as fuck the whole day, my cock throbbing with anticipation, my mind flashing on images of her tits when I’m fucking her on my desk, of her ass when I’m taking her from behind, of her pussy when she spreads her legs for me. She’s imprinted on my mind like nothing I’ve had before, and I want all of that again.

When the doorbell rings I yank the door open. She stands in front of me and her chest rises and falls, breathing hard. Breathing as hard as I am.

I hold out my hand, and she takes it. Neither of us says anything – what is the point of small talk when we know what’s going to happen – as I pull her inside. I kick the door closed and push her up against the wall.

She’s wearing a t-shirt with no bra underneath it. I can feel the swell of her tits pushing through the fabric. I rub and squeeze her them, and her nipples harden beneath my palms. I’m kissing her, hard, my tongue is in her mouth, and she gasps and sighs against my lips. My cock is pressed up against her crotch so she can feel how hard I am for her, how much I want her. She gyrates her hips, grinding herself against me.

We’re not even naked, and she’s driving me crazy.

I reach between her legs. She’s wearing something like yoga pants – thin material that traces her body and either she’s wearing skimpy underwear, or she left that off, too. Her pussy is hot through her pants, her pussy swollen with desire, and she moans when I rub her roughly.

I push my hand underneath her shirt and slide my hand toward her tits, feeling her ribs beneath her skin. Her skin is smooth and warm. Her tits are warm mounds of flesh in my hand, and I squeeze them one at a time. I take one nipple between my thumb and forefinger and roll it, tugging at it, pinching it until she whimpers. I’m not hurting her, not really. Just a little pain to fuel the pleasure.

And it seems to be working. Her kissing becomes even more intense, and she gasps. She pulls me against her so hard it’s like she’s trying to pull me into her through our clothes. I slide one hand into her hair and close my fist, grabbing a handful. I pull my hand back so that her head is tipped up, exposing the line of her neck. I kiss her down her jaw and onto the smooth skin between her collarbone and her ear.

I lick a thin trail of lust from her collarbone to her ear before I kiss my way back down again, using teeth and my lips to nibble and suck on her. She moans, her hips are still grinding against mine, and her chest heaves beneath my hand still on her breast.

My cock is hard, aching to be inside of her, throbbing. My balls are full and heavy, and I am inches away from tearing her clothes off and taking her. But I don’t want to do that, not yet. This foreplay is amazing, hot and steamy and as urgent and as rough as I like it. I don’t know how far I can push her, but I have a feeling that Kylie likes it a little rough.

If that’s the case, I want to keep playing.

I slide my hands down her arms until I reach her wrists and lift her arms over her head. I pin her wrists with one hand, and she gasps, turned on. I reach down with my other hand and push it into her pants. She’s not wearing panties, just like I thought, and my hand slips between her legs with ease. She widens her stance slightly, and I push my fingers into her tight, wet pussy. I groan.

“God, you’re so wet,” I say.

She replies with a muffled moan.

I only finger her for a short while before I want more. I let go of her wrists and lift her up, pinning her against the wall with my body. Her legs wrap around my waist, and it’s like she’s trying to pull me into her already. I grind myself against her crotch, and she cries out and gasps.

I hold onto her and move away from the wall. She’s so much lighter than I thought she would be. I carry her upstairs. It takes concentration to balance on the stairs but she clings to me, and it’s not hard to carry her.

In my bedroom, I walk to the bed and set her down. I kiss her again and reach for the hem of her shirt, pulling it up. I break the kiss to pull her shirt over her head, and she’s topless in front of me, her breasts ripe and beautiful in the soft bedroom light.

I drop the shirt and nudge her back so she lies down. I pull her pants off with one easy tug, and she’s naked. She looks at me, her pupils dilated, and her lips parted. She has a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, and she spreads her legs for me. She lies in front of me, her pussy on display and I can see how turned on she is. Her lips glisten in the light, and I swallow hard, biting down on my control. I want to take her right now, my cock wants to release, but I want to play, first.

It’s a short conflict.

“Play with yourself,” I command. I can’t tell what she thinks. Her eyes are unreadable for a moment, but then she slides her hands down her body. She keeps her palms flat, her fingers spread feeling every inch of herself. I back up until my legs hit the armchair in the corner. I sit down. I’m still dressed, but I need to stay far away from her if I don’t want to grab her and fuck her.

Her hands move further down her body, coming close together between her hips before she pulls them up again. She caresses her own body. Her eyes are closed, and she arches her back. I can tell she’s getting into it. I’m getting into it. Fuck, she’s so hot, touching herself.

Her one hand moves up to her full tit, and she massages it, pinching her nipple and rubbing herself. Her other hand slips between her legs, and she pushes her fingers into her slit. She moves her fingers up and down her wetness, her fingers on either side of her clit. Her mouth is slightly open, and she gasps. She curls and writhes on the bed.

I don’t know how long it will take until she comes but it sounds like she’s getting closer. I want her to come. I want to fuck her so badly, but not until she makes herself come.

She pushes her fingers into herself, going as deep as she can. She uses two fingers and pumps in and out a few times at an angle that’s new to me.

A moment later, she returns to her clit and rubs her fingers in circles over her clit. She gasps, her moans filling the room. She’s so hot playing with herself, rubbing, massaging, and exploring her own body.

I fight the urge to touch myself while I watch her. I’m so hard in my pants it hurts, but I don’t want to give myself any release. When I can’t hold it anymore, I touch myself through my pants. My shaft is long and thick, the flesh is hot, and I shudder. My eyes are glued to her body. She curls on the bed. She scissors her legs, arches her back and writhes. Her gasps turn to moans.

She rubs herself faster and faster. She cries out and rolls to her side, burying her face in the mattress as she cries out and comes so fucking hard. For a moment, she’s silent, and then she cries out again and breathes hard.

I get up. I can’t hold it anymore. I have to have her. I yank down my pants, pull off my shirt and in a few steps, I’m in front of her. I reach for her and pull her up so that she’s sitting. My hand is behind her neck, and I pull her toward my cock. She understands what I want and slips off the bed, kneeling before me.

She takes my cock in her one hand, the other wraps around my balls and she closes her mouth around the tip of my cock. I nearly explode in her mouth, but I hold back. She moves her head forward, sucking me deeper. Her mouth is hot and wet, slick. I slide in and out. She sucks me but I want more.

I put my hands behind her head. I pull her toward me so that my cock goes deeper into her mouth. I do it slowly, so she has a chance to resist me. I want her to tell me if she doesn’t like it. She doesn’t resist me. In fact, she relaxes. I trust that she’ll let me know if she doesn’t like what I’m about to do, next.

I start pumping into her mouth, using my hands on her head to guide her. I fuck her mouth, pumping in and out, going deeper and deeper. She takes me down her throat. I didn’t know she could do that, and it’s mind-blowing. I let her pull back now and then to breathe before I push into her mouth again and fuck her mouth a little faster, a little harder.

I’m about to come when I yank back, and my cock pops out of her mouth. She gasps, breathing hard. Her hair is a mess where I held her. Her tits have a red blush across the skin, her face full of lust.

I want her. She wants me. I want to take her, and she’s going to like it. No, she’s going to fucking love it.