I withdrew his shaft and began rubbing it, focusing more on his cap. My fingers smeared his precum over his length as a makeshift lube. And I reveled in his low growls.
His hands left my breasts and settled on my lap. He teased my inner thighs while kissing and groaning in my mouth. The kiss intensified as he simultaneously fingered my pussy.
I arched my back in response to his touch, cold shivers sprinting down my spine. His fingers grasped the waistband of my panties, and he yanked them off with a single sweep.
He grabbed my waist, pulling me closer while I positioned his cock outside my entrance. He held my gaze for a split second, as if seeking permission before taking me.
“What’s the matter? Having cold feet?” I teased, holding his gaze like a challenge.
His lips curled into a mischievous smirk. “I never have cold feet.”
“Then prove it.”
He lifted my thighs, his cock penetrating my pussy. I threw my hand around his neck for support as he began slamming into me. His strokes were slow at first, deliberate, like he was savoring every second of it.
“Oh, my God,” I purred softly, my fingers closing around the edge of the table.
He held my gaze, his hips grinding against mine. With each passing second, the rhythm picked up and the intensity built. His hands caressed my breasts, possessively tracing my curves and contours.
I tipped my head back, shuddering out a quiet moan as my body responded to his every move.
“You’re going easy on me,” I said. “Don’t.”
He paused.
“I want to meet the monster,” I added. “Release him.”
That did it.
Something in his expression shifted, dark and primal. He grabbed me by the waist and raised my leg, his cock driving into me with relentless strokes.
“You like that?” he growled.
“Fuck yes!”
He pulled my hair, forcing my face to dart toward the ceiling, while he smashed my pussy real good. My breasts bounced up and down as he hit me hard, his hips grinding recklessly.
His fingers clasped around my neck, his deep kiss concealing my moans. He pushed me back, and I lay sprawled over the table, legs spread apart. He gripped my waist, his movements becoming faster and rougher.
Each thrust was deep and harder than the last, leaving me completely unraveled. I threw one hand into my hair, and with the other, I gripped the table’s edge.
He didn’t stop. He kept ramming me with vigorous, unforgiving strokes. I cried out, nearly breathing his name, but luckily, I didn’t.
His pace quickened, each surge leaving me breathless and wanting more. He raised my hip slightly for better penetration, his cock hitting my G-spot.
My face contorted in pleasure, a wave of ecstasy crashing against me. He drove into me harder and deeper, his groin slapping against mine. Liquid fire flowed through my body, consuming me from the inside out.
I whimpered, arching my back in response to his relentless surges. My eyes rolled backward, my legs trembled in the air, and my toes curled in oblivion.
His primal growl signaled his arrival, and soon, he snapped, filling me with his load. A strange warmth spread across my body as I released a satisfied sigh. My fingers combed through my hair, my chest rising and falling with uneven breaths.
He pulled out, breathless as he sat on the nearby couch.
The air was thick with the smell of my arousal mixed with traces of sweat. In the silence that followed, the reality of what I’d just done began weighing on me.
Guilt slowly crept in, reminding me of what a grave mistake this was. I’d crossed a line, and it could cost me a lot more than just my dignity.
Ashamed of myself, I got off the table and got dressed while he watched in silence. I slipped my panties back on, adjusted my gown, and headed out.