“I don’t know, darling, but he is seriously out of line and I haven’t forgotten that he attacked you and tried to force himself on you and now this, he really will be getting what’s coming to him.” Jon pulled her ponytail back so she was looking up at him and then gently kissed her on the lips.
“Can we just forget about it, all of it?” she begged him seriously.
“I can’t speak for you, but I can’t forget any of it, so no,” he said seriously. “Do not take any more calls from that dick, do you understand?”
“Yes sir!” she said dramatically and saluted making him laugh at her as he spanked her behind.
“Oh, darling, I like the sound of that, but I suspect you’re playing with me, Miss Pryor, however, I may insist on that more formal approach later.” He grinned wolfishly.
“Why wait til later?” asked Steph as she felt the familiar ache low in her belly and the burn between her thighs.
“What are you suggesting?” Jon asked flatly.
“You need me to spell it out?” She got to her feet and pushed her chair across the room.
“Maybe not, but I think I might like you to spell it out for me,” he replied, arousal clear in his expression and his voice catching slightly in his throat.
Steph made no reply but unfastened the zip that ran the length of her body and removed the blue shift dress to reveal black lace underwear comprising a front fastening push up bra and matching Brazilian brief. Turning to face Jon she smiled as she watched him standing before her, studying her intently, starting with her eyes before lowering his glance to her lips, breasts, the curve of her belly and hips, her knickers barely hiding her sex and then down her legs to the lace topped stockings before finally resting at her heeled shoes.
“I thought you weren’t going back to the carpet with me?” he asked with a wry smile and an arched brow.
“Oh, I’m not,” she replied firmly before unclipping her bra and after allowing it to flap for a few seconds discarded it across the room, revealing her breasts that she cupped briefly, hoping to ease the ache. She continued to strip making short work of her lace briefs that she somehow managed to kick where Jon stood before her. “I was thinking,” she said biting into her full, pink bottom lip. “That I really would like you to fuck me across my desk and I will even let you decide whether I am flat on my back or face down.”
A growl of arousal and excitement left Jon’s lips as he pulled his tie off and undid his belt and trousers. Within split seconds he had pulled his trousers and jersey briefs down his thighs and was spinning her to face her desk.
“Oh, darling, I am going to fuck you so hard it’s gonna make your teeth rattle,” he told her, pushing her over from the waist so that her body lay across the desk while her arse was lewdly in the air, totally exposing everything she had and was greedily inviting him in.
His fingers immediately found her hot and wet entrance. First one finger and then a second entered her, arousing her further as they stretched her, briefly preparing her for him. She barely had time to think about anything else before he wasramming into her forcefully, any coaxing and stretching had gone, this was rough and hard.
A loud cry broke the silence, Steph’s cry at his sudden invasion.
“I told you it was going to be hard, but you love it, don’t you? Never so happy as when I am filling you with my dick and fucking you senseless.”
“Oh God, Jon,” she cried into her arms that she lay across.
“I’m going to make you sore, Steph, so sore that you won’t forget this, darling. Every time you move you’ll think of this, I intend to ensure you never forget it.” His breathing was becoming more ragged and rapid and that along with the twitching of his cock and his thighs that were pressed against her were all signs he was close to losing control.
“You belong to me, Steph, nobody else, these are mine,” he told her as his hands roughly reached around and found her breasts.
She leaned up and back slightly, allowing him access to her, her breasts that were tight and painfully aroused. He pinched her nipples, gently at first, then more firmly before twisting them, making her cry out in pain, but then the pain became pleasure, pleasure that was pulling against her clit making her moan even more.
“And this, darling, this is definitely mine,” he added as his hands left her breasts and one dropped to her hip that he gripped firmly, while the other found her clit. “You are so wet, wet for me, I could drown down here.” He used her overflowing moisture to coat his fingers that were now circling her clit, slowly and deliberately.
“Please, Jon, please, I need to come,” she begged.
“Oh, darling, you will be but not yet, soon, together,” he assured her as he moved his fingers back into her juices and then removed it from her completely.
She was just about to protest when both of his hands began to pull her cheeks apart. His wet fingers were now loitering at her tight anus, but only briefly before he pulled her cheeks apart more firmly and impaled her on a finger.
“Jon!” she mewled hoarsely, her arousal off the scale.
“You like this don’t you? How does it feel Steph?” he asked as his thrusts slowed, indicating that he would lose all control if he continued at such a pace.
“Full, I feel fuller than I have ever been, it feels good, but can you touch me, please,” she pleaded.
“Where? Where shall I touch you?” he asked knowing that she still found this kind of dialogue a little embarrassing at times.
“You know where,” she said but got no reaction at all. “Fuck, you shit, you know what I want. Please,” she cried.
