Oh… As tempting as it sounds, I’m pretty sure I’ve reached my limit.
Chapter 18
Inever understood the concept of Pandora’s box. We aren’t animals driven by instincts and needs. Putting the lid back on should never be so hard it becomes impossible. But as I carry Andrea to my room, I think I finally grasp it.
For the first time in my life, I do feel like I’ve opened Pandora’s box. And I’m not sure how I’ll put the lid back on.
Sex lost its appeal a while ago for me. I indulge because I have needs, and not satisfying them leads to mood swings and a bad temper. Outside of the short-lived pleasure it brings, though, sex stopped being interesting a couple of years in and became something redundant and repetitive—but not in a good way.
What we just did, however… That was a reinvention of sex, a revelation, a thrilling twist to a mundane act. There’s something about Andrea that made the experience uniquely new. Maybe it was the way she begged, how she writhed, her hiccups of pure abandon… The stubborn woman I knew was gone entirely, replaced by a greedy creature desperate for more pleasure. I doubt I could ever get tired of sex likethat.
For fuck’s sake, I came like a maniac minutes ago, and I’m already craving to start over.
Against me, Andrea wriggles with unease. “No, we’re done here,” she protests. “I’m pretty confident the mission was a success, and there’s no need to—”
She stops as I kick the door of my room open, eyes curiously exploring the space instead. This room is like all the others, neatly organized with neutral grays everywhere.
I don’t waste a second before taking her to the bed, and barely bending, I drop her on the soft mattress. “I’m telling you,” she insists whileI get another condom from my nightstand. “I’m good. We effectively fucked you out of my system.”
“Great.” She looks so fucking good in my bed like this, naked and flushed, that my cock swells at the sight. It only takes a few strokes of my fist to get painfully hard again. Her fascinated gaze observes it all, including when I roll the new condom down my length.
As soon as I’m ready to go again, I join her on the bed, and she lets me flip her around and lift her up to her hands and knees.
I can barely hold back a groan as I look down. How many times have I imagined bending her over my desk and fucking her? I’ve conjured extensive fantasies of it, and yet, none of them are as glorious as reality. She has the best ass I’ve ever seen on a woman, round, generous, soft… And there’s a little surprise I couldn’t foresee right there on her left cheek: a brown birthmark about an inch wide.
After I graze it, my hands avidly fill themselves with her ass, kneading the flesh with eagerness. When I spread her open, my focus narrows on the puckered hole above her slit, and my cock twitches. The area between her legs is darker than the rest of her, and it only highlights the glistening pinkness of her folds. Her pussy is all swollen, and when I spread it with my thumbs, the tight slit that I just fucked opens up.
Shit, I need to get on with this. I let go of her ass and press the thick head of my dick where she wants me.
“Wait, it’s too soo—”
Her complaints die in her throat as I push in with a slow but implacable thrust. She moans from both pleasure and protest but doesn’t try to stop me. Once I’m all in, I bend over to lick the hollow path of her spine all the way to her neck. Then, right against her ear, I utter, “Now, we’re fuckingyouout ofmysystem.”
“Oh, God …”
Because she’s probably overly sensitive, I go slow, measuring my pace. It allows me to enjoy the warm tightness of her wet cunt. She feels so fucking good, and that view… The broadness of her hips against her narrow waist is enchanting, and my condom-clad cock is shiny with her arousal every time I pull out. And when she lowers to her elbows, I see how she’s stretched around me.
“Your ass is fucking glorious,” I say between two thrusts. “I wish you could see how well you take me. My cock disappears all the way in your tight cunt, and it comes out drenched. You’re so. Fucking. Wet.”
She lets out a desperate moan, and I feel the way she clenches around me. Slowly and deeply, I take my time, punctuating the moment with kisses on her back and shoulders, paying careful attention to the way her body reacts.
Every time I whisper something dirty into her ear, she shivers and pushes back harder against me. So, I keep talking. I tell her how I’ve imagined bending her over my desk to do this to her. How I’ve never had a pussy this good. How I could fuck her the entire night. How she’s so fucking wet I can hear it…
She comes apart again, spasming and shivering below me, her mouth releasing the most enticing moans and soft cries. I keep thrusting through her climax, laying a stream of open-mouth kisses and small bites over her shoulders and neck. She tastes a little salty now, and I adore this new flavor.
With one last clench around my dick, she collapses on the bed, spent. The only thing holding her ass up is the firm grip I have on her hips. I knew I could make it good for her, but I had no idea it would be so easy to make her come. She’s exceptionally receptive, and it only pushes me to give her more.
“My turn,” I say.
This time, I’m not so gentle with her. I don’t allow her a moment to recover from her orgasm before I pick up the pace. A sound that’s more animal than human rumbles in her throat, and her small hands fist the sheets as she takes it. My hips slap against her ass every time, echoing into the room as the shock sends a ripple through the mounds.
With each brutal thrust, I pull her back onto me—even though she eagerly does it on her own. When she tries to muffle her cries in the duvet, I let go of her hip to grab a handful of her hair instead and tug on it. She’s mine for tonight only, so I’ll haveallof her.
Again, I feel how much she enjoys the crude gesture. Who knew this defiant little woman would turn so submissive in my bed?
Just as I’m starting to worry this might all be too much for her, she whimpers with a trembling voice, “Harder.”
I don’t know what she wants harder, so I tighten my hold on her hair and increase the intensity of my thrusts. The smacking of my skin on hers, the throaty moans that roll past my lips, her cries and whimpers… They all create an auditory masterpiece I’ll never forget.
