His fingers lightly trailed over her shoulder. She held her breath as he took his time, savoring the sensation of his touch. His fingers were like fire on her flesh as he breathed warm air against her ear. She felt her knees weaken and her heart rate quicken. Her body was beginning to succumb to the effects of her arousal. He had forbidden her the practicality of panties and she wondered if he could sense her apprehension.
He whispered softly, “Are you wet, my pet?”
She bit her lip and nodded, her voice caught in her throat. He slipped his hand between her thighs from behind her and she extended her arms, pressing her hands against the wall to brace herself.
“You ARE wet,” he teased as his middle finger caressed her clit. “I bet you’d like to feel my throbbing cock inside your tight… wet… pussy. Wouldn’t you, my pet?”
“Ye…” She nodded when her breath caught in her throat again.
He gathered her hair in his hand and pulled it back into a ponytail. He then lowered his lips to her neck and kissed it softly, his tongue trailing across her nape. She gasped aloud when she felt his teeth sink into her flesh and bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out.
“Please…” She managed to beg.
“Please what?”
“Please. Sir. Fuck me. Fuck me hard, Sir. Use me for your pleasure and make me your little slut.”
Her words were fuel to his desire and as he freed his cock and pressed it slowly against her sex, she pressed back against him.
“Yes!” she cried out as he savagely took her against the wall. Tonight she was merely an object to be used and that was exactly what they both desired.
