control. His longest finger dips inside me and pauses.
“Who were you talking to then?” he demands and begins sliding it in and out of me.
My thoughts are a jumbled mess. I don’t know if I can even lie convincingly with him taking my breath away with each thrust.
“Nobody,” I mumble, enjoying the way his palm presses against my clit as he fingers me. When he goes to withdraw his finger, I grab ahold of his hand and push him back inside.
“Don’t stop,” I beg like the whore I’m quickly becoming in his presence.
“But you lie to me, baby girl.”
This time, both of my hands hold on to his, imploring him not to stop.
He groans as his cock presses against me. I know he wants me just like I want him. His rock-hard erection is all the evidence I need to come to that understanding.
“Your pussy is so tight. Are you sure you can even take my cock? You can barely take my finger,” he growls into my ear.
I’m so wet for him. His voice alone does things to me. I whimper when he pushes a second finger into me.
“I want you so bad, Ben.”
He doesn’t answer me as he continues to finger-fuck me. The hand around my middle that was holding me to him now skims up my body to cup my breast.
“I want you so bad too. Tell me who you were talking to. Don’t lie, baby girl.”
He picks up the speed of his fingers. My body begins to tighten up as I anticipate my orgasm. The heel of his palm digs into me several times as his fingers graze my g-spot, and I finally give in to the intensity, shuddering in his clutches. My orgasm is all-body consuming, and I cry out as he lazily fingers me while I ride out the last of the electric shocks pulsating through my body.
Quickly, almost angrily, he withdraws his fingers from me and my panties. “I want to fuck you right there across that desk, Maya. But I’m not doing it until you tell me who you were talking to—and please don’t fucking lie to me.”
He slides his hands down to my waist, seizing the hem of my T-shirt and pulls it up over my body and drops it at our feet. His lips find my shoulder and he kisses me sweetly as he unclasps my bra, tossing it to the floor, leaving me standing in nothing but my lacy panties. Slowly, he walks us over to the desk and gently pushes me across it. The wood is cold on my stomach and I yelp out in surprise. He chuckles, once again causing those damn butterflies to dance in my belly.
Never in my life have I ever wanted to be fucked so badly. My pussy is practically dripping for him.
“Fuck me, Ben,” I plead.
Right now, I know I should be thinking about my job and bringing down drug dealers, but I can’t. All I can think about is Ben. His hypnotic effect on my mind and body.
“Oh, baby girl, I want to. So fucking bad. My cock is demanding to be inside of you.”
I hear him fumble with his jeans, and within moments his long, thick dick is pressed between my ass cheeks. My panties provide such a thin, little barrier, and I want them gone. Thankfully, he must have read my mind, because he hooks his thumb in the tops of them and inches them down slowly. When he stands back up, I revel in the sensation of skin on skin as he his cock slides against my ass.
I hear him tear open a condom, and I wait somewhat impatiently for him. Easing my feet apart, I point my ass up to him so he’ll have perfect access to my wet heat. His cock teases the entrance to my pussy, and I moan, needing him to be inside me.
“Please,” I beg again.
He groans as if he’s warring internally about doing it, but he finally gives in and slams into me. Tears fill my eyes—not from pain, but from the delicious feeling of every inch of me being filled by this sexy man. I’ve never felt so whole. I’ve been with several guys, including that asshole Jake, but none of them have made me feel the way Ben does.
He thrusts in and out of me a few times, earning yelps of pleasure from me, before he completely stills himself.
“Maya, fucking tell me who you
“Who were you talking to then?” he demands and begins sliding it in and out of me.
My thoughts are a jumbled mess. I don’t know if I can even lie convincingly with him taking my breath away with each thrust.
“Nobody,” I mumble, enjoying the way his palm presses against my clit as he fingers me. When he goes to withdraw his finger, I grab ahold of his hand and push him back inside.
“Don’t stop,” I beg like the whore I’m quickly becoming in his presence.
“But you lie to me, baby girl.”
This time, both of my hands hold on to his, imploring him not to stop.
He groans as his cock presses against me. I know he wants me just like I want him. His rock-hard erection is all the evidence I need to come to that understanding.
“Your pussy is so tight. Are you sure you can even take my cock? You can barely take my finger,” he growls into my ear.
I’m so wet for him. His voice alone does things to me. I whimper when he pushes a second finger into me.
“I want you so bad, Ben.”
He doesn’t answer me as he continues to finger-fuck me. The hand around my middle that was holding me to him now skims up my body to cup my breast.
“I want you so bad too. Tell me who you were talking to. Don’t lie, baby girl.”
He picks up the speed of his fingers. My body begins to tighten up as I anticipate my orgasm. The heel of his palm digs into me several times as his fingers graze my g-spot, and I finally give in to the intensity, shuddering in his clutches. My orgasm is all-body consuming, and I cry out as he lazily fingers me while I ride out the last of the electric shocks pulsating through my body.
Quickly, almost angrily, he withdraws his fingers from me and my panties. “I want to fuck you right there across that desk, Maya. But I’m not doing it until you tell me who you were talking to—and please don’t fucking lie to me.”
He slides his hands down to my waist, seizing the hem of my T-shirt and pulls it up over my body and drops it at our feet. His lips find my shoulder and he kisses me sweetly as he unclasps my bra, tossing it to the floor, leaving me standing in nothing but my lacy panties. Slowly, he walks us over to the desk and gently pushes me across it. The wood is cold on my stomach and I yelp out in surprise. He chuckles, once again causing those damn butterflies to dance in my belly.
Never in my life have I ever wanted to be fucked so badly. My pussy is practically dripping for him.
“Fuck me, Ben,” I plead.
Right now, I know I should be thinking about my job and bringing down drug dealers, but I can’t. All I can think about is Ben. His hypnotic effect on my mind and body.
“Oh, baby girl, I want to. So fucking bad. My cock is demanding to be inside of you.”
I hear him fumble with his jeans, and within moments his long, thick dick is pressed between my ass cheeks. My panties provide such a thin, little barrier, and I want them gone. Thankfully, he must have read my mind, because he hooks his thumb in the tops of them and inches them down slowly. When he stands back up, I revel in the sensation of skin on skin as he his cock slides against my ass.
I hear him tear open a condom, and I wait somewhat impatiently for him. Easing my feet apart, I point my ass up to him so he’ll have perfect access to my wet heat. His cock teases the entrance to my pussy, and I moan, needing him to be inside me.
“Please,” I beg again.
He groans as if he’s warring internally about doing it, but he finally gives in and slams into me. Tears fill my eyes—not from pain, but from the delicious feeling of every inch of me being filled by this sexy man. I’ve never felt so whole. I’ve been with several guys, including that asshole Jake, but none of them have made me feel the way Ben does.
He thrusts in and out of me a few times, earning yelps of pleasure from me, before he completely stills himself.
“Maya, fucking tell me who you
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