“Please.”
He shook his head, a smile still on his face, “But seeing this beautiful woman before me makes me happy. Like a present every time. Though I don’t know how you found me.”
My hands landed on his chest. “Well, it pays to have a friend who is shacked up with my man’s boss.”
The words felt so damn easy. My man.
“You stalkin’ me, peaches?”
“Tit for tat, sugar,” I said, hooking my hand on his neck, pulling him to me. I wanted to relish the moment when knowing he was good, he was here with me.
I pressed a bruising kiss on him, our tongues tangling for dominance. Everywhere felt hot, like all I wanted to do was get out of my clothes. His knee ground against my jean shorts cladded pussy. I whimpered at the sensation, begging for more. Hopefully no one could see us.
He pulled away, growling, “You are trouble.”
“Then you better tame it,River,” I moaned his name the only way I knew would get me what I wanted. Him.
He made good on that promise, bending down to wrap my legs before hoisting me over his shoulders. He announced, “Office is mine.”
I looked up to see the many proud and smug faces from his gym. They knew exactly why he was taking me to the office. A sharp smack on my ass stung as a groan was let out. “Fuck,” I said.
“You told me to tame, and peaches, I will. My way.” he rumbled.
He kicked the door in and sat me down on the messy desk. He closed the door, peeking over his shoulder. I leaned back on the desk, popping my chest out. I pouted, “Oh no, mister big scary man, whatever will you do to me?”
“You’ll see.” He said as he locked the door. Oh, he was preventing anyone from coming in at all.
Shooter strode to the front of me, eyeing up and down, fantasizing about how he was going to tame this woman. I hoped that he unleashed whatever he wanted to unleash.
“Have you been thinking about me?” he asked earnestly.
“You have plagued my thoughts, my dreams,” I responded, opening my legs a little wider. “You have made me miss you every time you leave me.”
“And you thought surprising me, and looking like a damn temptation in those tiny shorts and this short t-shirt that I wouldn’t want to fuck you right where you stood?” His voice turned tempting and sensual.
“A girl could try. Because whether I like it or not, I want you now, tomorrow, and fucking always,” I said, trying to reach for him.
“You are mine, and only mine. You were about to show those men out there that you could easily have me on my knees. Fucking getting me hard right in front of people. That’s also a very dirty girl.” He leaned centimeters from my ear. “Shorts and panties off, and lean over that desk, peaches.”
My heart raced with pure excitement. I was yearning for this. He stepped back giving me room, as I shimmed off my shorts and panties, kicking them to the side. He watched me, and I felt it. My body knew it too. I licked my lips before turning around, and the wetness started to drip down my thigh. I didn’t know what he had planned but my body was ready to be at his will.
I slowly lowered my chest to the desk, trying to push aside the papers, not wanting to make a mess. Shooter leaned over me, his tall brute self-covering me. When he did, I felt his hardened cock press against me. I suppressed a moan. I knew I was done for, especially when my body was ready to explode before he could truly touch me. Shooter wiped everything off the desk, things thudding to the ground, papers everywhere.
“I know you feel this cock, the way it’s begging to coat inside that pretty pussy.”
“Yes,” I moaned out.
“Not yet,” he said, his hand lightly brushing along my ass cheek. He kissed down my spine, pressing lingering kisses making me want him even more.
“Look at this beautiful ass. You know what would look even better? If there was some red on it.” His large hand camedown on my cheek. The slight heat from the impact started to disappear before my other cheek felt the same thing. I jerked forward. “Oh, so responsive.” He kissed the heated spots. “Keep your hands in front of you. I want you stretched out.”
I felt him stand behind me, taking in every sight I had to offer. He kicked my feet a little wider, exposing more of me. One of his fingers trailed along my pussy lips, stopping short of the clit. “Fuck, all this for me?”
“Maybe it’s for me?” I bratted and was rewarded with both hands coming down on my cheeks.
“Want to try that again?”
I swallowed, “Yes. All this is for you.”
