Not even getting a chance to blink, Asha’s lips are on mine. Hard, fast, and all over my lips like she can’t get enough. She is using her anger and powering it through her body, taking it out on me.
And fuck if I’m not happy to take it all.
Pulling back just an inch, her words are so quick and have the sexiest tone to them. “Any cameras or microphones?” Her hands are now running up my chest, roaming everywhere, claiming me.
“What?” My brain is scrambled slightly.
She giggles a little. “Can Ghost see or hear us?”
“No…” It’s all I get out, and she is pushing my shirt up so she can touch my skin under it. She kisses me again like it’s her last chance. Our lips part so she can lift it over my head. I lean down a little while she is raising on to her toes.
“Good. Otherwise, he’ll be getting more than he bargained for right now.” I know what she is feeling, and the adrenaline rush from her anger is pushing her sexual desire, and I’m all for that.
“Is that so, my little vixen. Now, what did you have in mind?”
This is the most inappropriate time, but the tension has been building, and I can’t think of a better way to release it.
“Angry sex!” She smiles the sassiest grin I’ve ever seen from her.
“Is that right? And what is angry sex like?” I’m baiting her to tell me what she needs from me.
I know what I want, and that’s to pick her up and nail her against the floor-to-ceiling windows, listening to her scream my name, like it’s the only thing that is consuming her thoughts.
But this isn’t about me, it’s all about her.
“It’s where I’m so pissed off and angry with the world that the only thing that will make it all go away is you. Take me in a way that I won’t be able to breathe except to scream your name when you make me come so hard.” The seduction and desperation’s written all over her face.
“Fuck. Me.” If that isn’t the hottest thing I’ve heard.
“That’s the idea.” Stepping back from me, she drops her hands to the bottom of her light gray shirt, a comfy top she chose to travel in and holds no sex appeal, yet I can’t keep my eyes off it as it slides up her smooth skin.
Trying to let her run this show goes right out the window as soon as I see her bra and the pebbled nipples that are just waiting for me to wrap my mouth around them.
“Stop!”
Her hands stop in the air as she drops her shirt.
“You want angry sex, then I get to show you, and it doesn’t look like this sexy seductress standing here giving me a show.” Invading her personal space, I’m as close as I can get to her without being inside her.
“I’m about to fuck the crazy right out of you, so you’d better hang on.” Picking her up with my hands under her ass, her short but slender legs wrap perfectly around my waist.
My cock is pushing to be let free. I can feel the throbbing as I get her settled against me.
She wants it rough and dirty, so that’s what she’s getting. Her lips attacking my neck, we aren’t wasting any time.
“You drive me wild, woman!” She’s trying to pull my head back closer for another kiss, as I drop her ass on the kitchen counter.
“If I didn’t need to keep you away from the world, I would have you splayed naked against that window over there, tits squashed flat against the glass for the world to see what’s mine, and legs spread while I fucked you from behind. But instead, I’m laying you out as my feast.”
Her moan spurs me to continue my dirty words.
“You think you get to make the rules here? Well fuck, are you wrong.” I have my shirt off and push my pants to the ground. Her mouth is now open and panting.
“This what you want?” Wrapping my hand around my cock, I slowly slide it down and back up again, pre-cum already at the tip from all the tension.
My other hand undoes her shorts button and slowly slides the zip down. Carefully, I make sure that my finger runs down, touching her clit through her clothes.
Her back arches and her head tilts back as she tries to hold it together.
Lifting her ass off the counter and roughly pulling both her shorts and underwear off in one go, I’m not giving her any time to stop with the sensations I already have buzzing through her body.
“Kurt…” Begging for me to hurry up is so sexy coming from Asha, because it means she is totally out of her head and only consumed by her feelings. The ones that I’m the master of right now.
Dragging her ass to the edge of the counter, I lift her legs onto my hips and fold them behind me, her heels digging into my back.
“Hands above your head and don’t move!” I need to make sure she doesn’t touch me, because I know I’ll explode with her touch, and I need this to last for her.
“Yeeessss…” she stammers and is blissing out on the feeling of my finger now running up between her pussy, dragging the wetness with me to push down on her clit that is hard with desire.
“Every time I push inside you, I want you to scream. As loud as you can. Because I intend to fuck that anger right out of you.”
“Please now, I can’t wait… I want you.” I watch her trying to control her body, but she’s not even close as she’s squirming on the counter. The more I massage her clit and slide my fingers now in and out of her, her eyes are starting to roll.
“Don’t you dare come until I’m buried so far inside you there is no telling where
