"Maybe I should spank that perfect ass of yours for wearing panties," he says, his hand moving to my rear and grabbing a handful of my flesh. I should be embarrassed by the way his words send a surge of arousal between my legs. "Is that what you want?"
I choke back a laugh, not sure whether I'm more uncomfortable or turned on right now. No man has ever threatened to spank me before. "My ass isn't exactly small."
"No, it's not," he agrees, his voice low and raspy. "It's exactly the right size."
I whimper my response, my entire body crying out for him. What I want is for him to pick me up and fuck me on the desk until I can barely breathe. I want to be taken.
"No," he says, his hands moving to the button on his jeans. "That's not it, is it? You want this, don't you?"
He doesn't step out of his pants. He unzips them, his jeans hanging around his thighs, and takes out his cock. I haven't seen a real life cock in three years. And I've never seen anything like his. Wrapping his hand around the base of his massive cock, he strokes his length as he watches me. "Touch yourself."
My eyes on what he's doing in front of me, I pull my skirt up around my waist. My fingers slide under the front of my panties and find my clit.
"Pull down your panties," he orders, his voice gruff. "Not off. Pull them down to your thighs."
I pull my fingers from my panties, * throbbing a rhythm: fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. When I slide my panties down, the air feels cool against my wetness. I reach for his cock, my fingertips grazing the pre-cum that drips steadily from the tip, and when I touch him, he groans.
"I want this," I whisper. There's nothing more that I want right now except to taste him. My body craves him.
"Say it," he commands. "Say you want my cock."
He moves his hand, and I replace it with mine, stroking his length as he puts a palm against my face and through my hair.
"I want your cock," I whisper, turning into his touch, aching with my own need.
"I've thought about this your hand, your mouth on me," he growls.
"I want to taste you." The words spoken aloud surprise me. I'm not forward, not when it comes to sex. I don't say things like this.
He pulls away from my touch, sliding his other hand firmly to the small of my back and holding me tightly against him. Then he slides the head of his cock over my clit. I inhale sharply at the sensation of his bare cock against my clit. "You want me inside you." He speaks the words as if he can read my mind, moving down farther until he's soaked with my wetness, then stroking my clit with it.
"Yes." I can barely choke out the word: it sounds strangled.
"Not today, cupcake."
I whimper. "What?"
"I'm going to make you come, don't worry. Then I'm going to come all over those panties of yours, the ones you insisted on wearing today," he whispers, his mouth close to my ear as he strokes my clit with his cock. Arousal surges through me making me heady, dizzy with need. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
What I'd like is for you to fuck me already. When he slides his hands under my ass, picking me up and turning me to the side before leaning me back onto the desk, I think he's going to do exactly what I was just thinking. Except he spreads his legs around mine, half-straddling me so he can tease me with his cock. He brings the tip to my entrance, groaning as he watches my wetness coat him - but he doesn't enter me.
"Touch yourself," he directs, pausing at my entrance. "Ask me what you're going to do after I come on your panties."
I whimper as I rub my clit harder. The sensation of the head of his cock against my entrance is more than I can bear. If I moved just an inch – it would hardly take anything, merely a push of my hips – he'd be inside me. Instead, he nudges my entrance so that the tip of his cock is against me. I'm heady with desire, too drunk on my own need to focus on what he's saying.
"Ask me," he repeats. "Ask me what you're going to do."
"What?" I'm breathless, so close to coming that I can barely get the question out. I'm so close to the edge, my entire body tensed. "What am I going to do?"
"I'm going to make you come like this, with my cock right here against you, and then I'm going to come between your legs, and all over your panties," he repeats. "And then I'm going to pull those panties up. You're going to wear them and know that that's from me. You’re going to wear me all day."
"Fuck." I groan the word, trying desperately to mute the sound, gripping his strong biceps for support as my orgasm washes over me.
"Look at me, Lily," he orders. He pulls his cock away, his hand moving up and down his cock as he looks at me with heavy-lidded eyes. I know he’s close to coming; I can see it on his face.