My chest tightens, and my clit begins to throb. My breath catches in my throat as I clench my thighs together looking up at him. “What are you gonna do to me?” My voice comes out as a breathy whisper while color blooms on my neck and moves up to my cheeks.
“Turn around and pull down your panties… slowly,” he demands.
A sudden rush of something flows through me—excitement, a thrill of euphoria—I have no idea. I haven’t had a man be so alpha with me in a very long time, and I’m enjoying the rush. So, I do as he says. His dominant tone only striving to make my panties wetter. I spin from the desk and thread my fingers through the top of my jeans. I peer over my shoulder, looking him straight in his eyes while I slide them and my panties down my legs. Standing, I kick them to the side. His eyes wander over my naked lower half in awe, the bulge against his pants is painfully clear. I love the fact I can do that to him.
Kevlar takes a step closer, the energy in the room is popping. Every hair on my body is standing on end. There’s a magnetism, a force that’s pulling me to him. It’s surging, it’s coursing, and making it damn near impossible for me to hold myself together, especially because we could get caught at my new place of work. But somehow, I’m keeping focused. His eyes are so dark now, they’re almost black. He’s so fucking good-looking, it slays me while his eyes drink me in.
“Lay over the end of the bench. Hold on tight,” he demands.
With a grin, I move over the edge and lay, so my ass is on full display. My chest is over the bench as I hold on waiting for whatever he has in store while my pussy throbs in delight.
I’m a twisted bitch.
“I’m going to slap you three times, Jovie. Do you understand?” His voice is rich, dark, heavy with lust as he moves in behind me, his hand sliding onto my ass cheek and caressing my skin tenderly.
“Why three?”
“Third time’s a charm. You’ll see,” he instructs. His hand moves down and parts my legs a little more. My stomach squeezes in appreciation as his finger slides up and down my wet folds. A throaty groan murmurs from his chest as he slides his finger onto my clit and presses hard.
I jolt, closing my eyes, relishing in his touch. Needing just a little more, I push back, and he obliges, pressing hard, circling a little. My hips begin to rock needing more when suddenly, a loud slap resounds through the air, followed by a harsh sting on the lower part of my ass. I jar against the bench letting out a puff of air at the severe sting. It was painful, but because of where he slapped, it was that point of pain that turns into pleasure. My hands ball into fists, and my breathing becomes labored.
“Fuck… you’re so reactive.”
I let out a louder whimper, then he rubs the slapped area briefly, followed by another strike which forces me to outwardly moan this time.
My head turns on the bench as the pressure builds inside of me, so much so, I can barely stand it.
Slap.
“Oh God,” I call out, and suddenly he flips me over, yanking me up, and our mouths collide in a frenzied kiss. My legs wrap around his waist, needing him, wanting him. My hands dip between us, and I frantically undo his belt, and he shuffles his pants and briefs down. They fall around his ankles. His massive cock springs to life, and I don’t even care about a condom right now, I just need him. I’m on the pill anyway. He obviously doesn’t seem to care either, grabbing and yanking me forward, my pussy lining up with his cock. The need, the want in us both is so high right now, all we want is to be joined, so my logical brain has flown out the window.
His fingers dig into my ass as he thrusts up inside of me forcefully. I moan out while he fills me completely. He’s so big it takes me a second to adjust, but he’s moving so fast I don’t have time to gather myself. We’re fucking hard, fast, and furiously against the workbench as his lips move back to mine.
And fuck me, if this high isn’t damn near euphoric.
He’s perfect as he thrusts up at the exact right angle. My legs wrap around him so tightly, needing to draw him in closer. My hands gripping tight while I ride him.
Kevlar pounds into me hard, unrelenting, thrust after thrust. Who knew fucking at work could be this intense? I know we do it hard. I know we do it fast. What I wasn’t counting on was the power emanating from this one transgression, the energy coursing through me, the wave of emotion I’m feeling as he fucks me, and the connection I feel to him. Sure, we haven’t gotten to know each other deeply, but there’s definitely some sort of flow surging through us, heightening this for me.
The energy is off the charts, while I moan enthusiastically into his mouth.
Kevlar’s right here with me as we ride this wave together. His thick cock pulses inside of me. He thrusts up higher, and I grind down on him, hitting just the right spot. My eyes clench tightly as a heat invades every inch of me, the fire burning and igniting a passion within.
He thrusts again, a low growl erupting from his chest letting me know he’s close. My back begins to arch. My nails dig deep into his back. The pressure is building inside of me. He thrusts again making me moan into his mouth as we kiss. The tension mounts, lights dance behind my eyes, and then it hits like a torrential downpour. A river of explosions fires off one after the other as I erupt in a cacophony of delight. My lips break free from his, needing some air as my head rocks back in the throes of passion.
His lips rush forward taking my neck as his next victim. He bites hard on my skin, sure to leave a mark, riding out my orgasm while he continues to unrelentingly pump inside me.
After I come down a little, I begin to work with Kevlar to keep him going, and I feel him starting to stagger. I know he’s close, so I tighten my muscles to bring him closer to the edge, and it works. He groans low, deep, and throaty, then he jolts, his hot cum exploding inside of me. He stills, his fingers gripping tightly into my skin while his teeth clamp down hard, making me wince out in pleasurable pain.
My breathing struggles to catch. Our movements still, and he leans against me on the bench, trying to take some of the pressure off his weight. He pulls back, looking into my eyes and gives me a small smile. My hand comes up and gently caresses his cheek in a more tender moment from me. His lips turn into a full-blown smile, then he shakes his head.
“Shit…” is all he can muster and then rests his forehead on mine with a slight chuckle.
I pant, completely out of breath. “You were right, third time was a charm.”
He lets out a small laugh just as the handle on the door begins to rattle. My eyes widen, and Kevlar pulls out of me as I jump down from the bench. Grabbing for my clothes, my heart races frantically in my chest.
“Hello? Who’s in there?”
I giggle but whisper-quiet as Kevlar pulls up his jeans, and we make ourselves presentable.
“Do I look okay?” I whisper to him.
He smiles. “You look beautiful.”
“Hey, open up, or I’m calling security!”
Kevlar nods, then we walk to the door, and I open it with a bright smile. “So sorry—”
“You’re not supposed to be in here. Why was the door locked?” The tall, snobby looking man asks, darting past us into the room to check it out.
I grimace, grabbing Kevlar’s hand and start walking away. “It accidentally locked when we came in. We were just taking a tour, nice place you got here, though. Okay… well… bye,” I ramble, taking off quickly with Kevlar rushing by my side.