Sweet Possession

“You’re doing so well, Mr. Carroll. Only one more minute.”

Spinning around, I straddle one of his legs and lean in close. I hear his deep inhale as I brush my breasts against his face, letting him linger between them for several long seconds. His breath warms my chest, tickling between my breasts and instantly heating the area. He moans softly against my skin, his lips vibrating as he plants a gentle kiss to my breast before I pull back. I’ll allow that one touch, considering how good he’s being. I run my hands through his hair as I move to the beat, pulling on it slightly before I move down. Roaming over his broad shoulders, I squeeze gently and rub my hands down his heaving chest. His muscles contract beneath my touch, his torso pushing roughly into my palms. Aching for more. Begging for me to touch every inch of him. I’m insanely aroused right now, having gotten instantly wet when I stepped into this office. I’m certain my panties are drenched and I hardly care. I’m not stopping for anything.

His face is tense, jaw locked tight and twitching ever so slightly. This is killing him and I know it. He hates not being able to touch me, and the reality of just how much he hates it fuels my actions. That and the fact he’s actually allowing this torture to happen, giving me the control which I’m sure isn’t easy for him. I begin to move faster, my hips gyrating with purpose against his thigh as my leg brushes against his cock. Reaching down, I palm the front of him and he grunts loudly, his head falling back against his chair and the veins in his neck pulsing. His breathing becomes more strained, blowing sharply across my face as I lean into him. Our lips are close, so close that if I moved in we’d be kissing, but I don’t. I drag my body against his instead, rubbing my breasts against his face and down to his chest. My hand cups around his length and he jerks against my touch. I want his hands on me, I want him all over me, but I can wait. Being this close to him, seeing what I can do to make him come apart is making this agony worth it. He flexes his hands and pounds his fists on the arm rest.

“I’m fucking dying,” he grunts, dropping his head and brushing his face against my skin. “As soon as that alarm goes off, I’m bending you over my desk and fucking you harder than I ever have. Good luck walking out of here.”

Jesus. I stumble a bit at his words. “Do you want to see what you’re doing to me?” I ask in my best seductive voice.

He nods his answer, licking his lips.

Dipping my hand down the front of my panties, I slide along my wetness and moan softly against my touch. I swipe my finger across his bottom lip and he opens immediately, pulling my finger into his mouth and sucking softly.

“Kiss me,” he demands, his tongue running along his bottom lip.  Fuck it. I lean forward and brush my lips against his, my soft kiss quickly getting overpowered by his rough one. He assaults my mouth with his, and we’re all tongues, lips, and sharp breaths in this moment. I wouldn’t even classify this as kissing; this is primal and borderline dangerous. My lips hurt from the contact but I don’t care. Nothing could pry me off this man. I bite down on his bottom lip and he groans into my mouth, the metallic taste of blood mixing with our saliva. It’s hot, really fucking hot, and I’m praying for the two minutes to hurry the hell up already. The alarm on his phone beeps and my stomach tightens, a soft gasp escaping my lips. This is it.

“Touch me,” I whisper.

“About fucking time.” His hands immediately rip his tie off and spin me in his lap, bending me forward. “Grab my desk and don’t let go.”

I do as I’m told, quickly pushing to my feet as he stands behind me. My arms are shaking and my legs are struggling to keep myself still and upright. “God, I’m so wet for you,” I whimper, hearing the sound of his belt being loosened behind me. I’m more than ready for this and I want it hard. He can make love to me later. Right now, I want dominant Reese and I know I’m about to get it.

He slides my panties down my legs, tapping each ankle for me to lift them. I look over my shoulder and see him slipping them into his pocket, a lustful smirk forming on his lips.

“I wanna make you scream so bad, but I fucking can’t. You had to pull this shit at my work instead of waiting ‘til I got home to tease me?”

“I couldn’t wait.”

“Neither can I.” He enters me forcefully, the impact knocking the air out of my lungs and causing my body to collapse on his desk. His arm wraps around my waist and pulls me back up. “I said don’t let go,” he commands, and my hands grip firmly onto the edge of the desk. Slamming into me, he rocks my body forward with each thrust.

“Oh, God,” I yell, causing his hand to wrap around my face and muffle my sounds. Each push is more powerful than the next and I’m crying out, unable to control my response to him. My body bends forward as he picks up his pace. His free hand grips my hip tightly, pulling my body back to meet his every push. I close my eyes and feel him, just him. His hand digging into the skin of my hip, hopefully marking me where only he has touched me. His cock and the way it barrels into me. His warm breath, short quick bursts of air on my back.

“If I move my hand, will you be quiet?” he asks and I quickly shake my head. No way. “Good girl. I love that you can’t control yourself when I’m fucking you.” His hips crash against me and I moan into his hand. “My girl likes it rough, doesn’t she?” I nod quickly and he drives harder, my body slamming against the desk. My thighs sting from the contact but I don’t care. My body is so primed for him and whatever he has to offer, I’ll fucking take.