Antoine
Antoine walked in from another rough day and found himself even more bothered than when he’d left. Cassandra had started to wilt in the cabin, and she barely spoke to him, but he swore she was doing everything in her power to get his attention. And she had it, all of it.
Seeing her like that, feeling the pent-up need that had been stalking him for weeks now, he had had enough. Something inside of him snapped and he could no longer pretend like she wasn’t single-handedly driving him to the edge of insanity. Antoine couldn’t take it anymore.
“I can’t keep doing this, Cassandra.”
“Doing what?”
“This, pretending.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Cassandra was bent over, adjusting something and Antoine could have sworn that she was doing it on purpose. He’d noticed her enticing him for days now and Antoine also could swear that her skirts were getting shorter by the day. He was quite sure if he leaned his head just a little bit to one side, he would be able to see her panties in the current one.
She hadn’t even bothered to stand up and talk to him. She was doing something, organizing papers, something. All he could see was that round ass of hers in the air, calling to him, and he could swear that she was ready for him in all ways. He was off in his senses, not dealing with human women too much. To him, though, Cassandra was giving him all the signs, and he was hoping that today was the day that they could cut through all of the crap and both of them get what they wanted.
“How about the fact that your ass is always in my face?”
Cassandra stood up, feeling the light touch on her hip as she did. She looked behind her, but Antoine wasn’t letting her turn around. His body was now pressed up against hers, making it so that she couldn’t move. She made a whimpering sound and he asked her what it was that she wanted.
“You know what I want. Just a job.”
Antoine second guessed all of the signs. “Are you sure?”
His words were on her neck and she shivered, her body trembling against his in the most delicious way. Her ass went back against his groin and he groaned with the movement. She looked behind her and kissed him softly on the lips. It surprised him that she wasn’t going to pretend anymore. When she said the last bit, he thought for sure that he had been wrong.
“I’m not sure of anything but how good it feels with you so close. I just find myself attracted to you, Antoine. I know that I shouldn’t. You’re definitely off-limits, but I can’t seem to help myself. I need you.”
She tried to turn around again and Antoine stopped her. He was still trying to keep himself together. It was easier said than done. She was writhing against his body and he was so hard from the movement. Antoine had been wanting her since the moment that he’d seen her in the car. He’d been hard-pressed to describe a time where he had been more than ready like he was then. It was practically bursting out of him. He didn’t want to lose control but knew that he would if given half a chance.
It couldn’t go all the way. He repeated that to himself, as he pushed her forward, making their bodies mesh more than ever before. She gasped at the feel of him then and it was like music to his ears. Antoine couldn’t have asked for anything better and the sound emboldened him. He was able to put all of his fears aside and his hands moved around her body. He had waited so long to touch her breasts, always swaying in his face, teasing him. He wasn’t disappointed, either. They were still perky and firm, yet soft to the touch when he mashed them. Cassandra’s whimper was also hot.
Antoine didn’t want to go too far, too fast, but the way she was responding was like a dream, and he couldn’t help himself. He had to have her, needed her badly.
“Good thing this skirt is so short.”
He yanked it up and smacked the ass that was revealed to him. He had been trying to figure out what color her panties were. He never would have guessed that she wasn’t wearing any at all. That bothered him more than he cared to admit.
“Why were you walking around like this?”
“I’ve been walking around like this for days. You just now noticed.”
Antoine pressed his clothed member between her legs, and she whined. It felt hot, an inferno, and he wanted it. Nothing else was going to do, even as he told himself that it had to be that way. There was no time for anything else.
Quickly, he freed his long length and slid it in between her thighs. She gasped again, looking down as he pushed through her legs. He couldn’t believe how wet she was, making it easy to slide in and out as he saw fit. His hands were full of tit and his mouth was on her neck. All worked to bring her to completion quickly. Too quickly for his liking.
She gripped his arms and squeezed as he felt even more fluid on his thickness. A few strokes across almost ended with him inside of her. Antoine fantasized about pushing her the rest of the way down on the table and slamming in deep. He couldn’t decide if he wanted to do it or if he would. She was right there, he was lined up, and a few inches would be all it took.
Antoine had gone into it knowing he could only go so far. If he went too far with her, or any human, it was a step that he couldn’t take back. Antoine didn’t want to believe that she had some kind of hold on him, but there was more proof of that than anything else. He had fought the desire to slide inside of her for too long, and it would have been so easy.
He pulled back, bit her shoulder and moved away, breathing hard and knowing that he’d gone too far.
“I’m going to be out the rest of the day. I will see you later.”
Just like that, Antoine was running away from her and all of the emotions that she brought up inside of him. He knew that if he wasn’t careful, he was going to fall for that human, if he hadn’t already. He had suspicions that he already had, but Antoine couldn’t admit it, not yet.
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