“Suit yourself,” she said, releasing her hold on my cock. “Guess I’ll go find someone else.”
My eyes were no longer staring at the lights above us. They were now locked in on hers. She wore a smug grin. This woman was playing with some serious fire. I’d be damned if I was going to let her take another man to bed.
“Over my dead fucking body,” I growled at her. She chuckled and took hold of my hand.
“I knew you’d see things my way,” she smiled then led us behind the bar, through the door, and into what I assumed to be her office. I closed and locked the door behind us with my free hand.
“You didn’t strike me as a goody-two-shoes,” Koroleva laughed at her own words.
“I’m not.”
“Whatever you say, cupcake.” She released my hand then bent down and began to untie her boots. Her ass was inches from me.
Fuck. Was I really about to fuck her?
When I found myself taking off my boots, my answer was pretty clear. Hell nor high water was going to stop me from burying every inch of my dick inside her.
She barely had her second shoe off, when I pushed her forward against her desk. The few odds and ends on top of the desk scattered across it. Koroleva looked over her shoulder at me. She bit her bottom lip.
“How special are these to you?” I asked, grabbing the waist of her pants.
“I can always buy–” Before she could finish her sentence, I ripped the leather at her waist like paper. With a claw on each hand, I slit the sides of her pants all the way to her ankles. The shredded material dropped down to her feet.
I looked down at her beautiful pale ass. Her not wearing any underwear made my dick even harder. And to think I was going to pass up on this.
“Does this mean you’re going to fuck me after all?” she laughed.
“Are you always such a tease?” I chuckled. She responded with a shrug then climbed onto the desk with her ass still facing me. “Fuck,” I groaned and undid my pants.
“You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
She was taunting me.
Quickly, I made waste of my own jeans and tossed them off to the side. Then I positioned myself behind her.
“Tell me now,” I said, sliding my hand between her thighs, “if you don’t want to do this, Koroleva.”
320
Banshee
As Chance began working his fingers into me, I moaned and pushed back against his hand.
“Koroleva!” Chance demanded as he stopped moving his fingers.
Hissing I turned on him and glared. Somewhere in my head, I wondered how he knew my name but that part of me was pushed aside as instincts and need slammed into me.
“Fuck me, Chance,” I growled. It frustrated me that he gave me a fake name. Like I couldn’t scent a lie. It really pissed me off and I had plans for how to teach him not to lie to me, but first, I needed to quench the fire inside of my lower body. “I’m done waiting.”
I moved as if to get off of my desk and my face was immediately pressed down to the cool wood. The last of the papers and such on the desk went flying as I scrambled to hold on. Chance’s cock thrust into me with no finesse. There was no slow progression, just a manic pounding as he took what I offered him.
I screamed each time he bottomed out inside of me and hissed when his cock slid from me. It was a constant rhythm between us until my orgasm built inside of me. I felt his movements change and knew he was close as well. I wanted what he had in his balls. It was mine.
“Give it to me,” I roared as he slammed into me and my orgasm exploded inside of me. My muscles contracted and my hips jerked on his cock.
Chance’s movements stuttered and then he slammed into me and roared his own release. His cum coated my sheath and the warmth soothed my inner fire.
“Fuck,” he cursed as he relaxed further onto my body.
We laid there like that for several minutes as my body cooled. The sweat dried and my skin itched. I shivered and Chance slowly rose off of me. I thought he’d grab his things and begin dressing but, instead, he lifted me from the desk. Cradling me in his arms, he walked me over to the couch I’d squeezed against the back wall and settled down onto it while wrapping me up in his arms.
As we settled into the cushions, he cursed again.
“What the fuck just happened?” he rasped.
“No fucking clue,” I whispered as my mind raced and I tried to figure out the answer. I never acted the way I did with this man.
It was true that I was confident and I had no problem asking for what I wanted. But to force it the way I had with Chance – to act like little more than a slut in heat –
“Fuck me,” I growled and jerked up in his arms.
“Koroleva… wait,” Chance pleaded as I struggled to get off of his lap.
“No, no, no, no,” I chanted as I squirmed in his arms. My pussy rubbed against his leg and ignited the fire like a matchstick on a striker.
I whimpered and felt the tears slide down my cheeks. I turned a fearful gaze on Chance.
“What is it?” he asked as he inhaled deeply and I heard the purr start in his chest.
One hand held me in place and the other inched its way down my body and to my pussy. He dipped his finger inside of me and then raised it to his mouth.
“My heat,” I whispered when he didn’t say anything else as he sucked my essence from his finger.
Chance’s eyes popped open and I saw the same