Hunger & Silk

Whirling around, I lunge at Nyla, pushing the door closed as I shove her up against it. She squeaks, her legs instinctively wrapping around my waist as my arms bracket her head in place.

"Dead to me still counts," I say, pressing our foreheads together.

Her hands come to my face, fingers cupping my jaw. "Not really."

Annoyed, and quickly growing more agitated by the second, I palm the base of her skull and crush my mouth to hers. My tongue forces its way inside, sweeping over her teeth and tangling with hers, warring for dominance. She lets out a tiny moan at the intrusion, and the vibration from it surges straight to my cock, which I grind into her.

When she breaks away, she's breathless. "Jonas, we should probably talk about this."

"After," I insist, my voice gruff and hardly recognizable to even my ears. Trembling hands reach for her blouse, and I sink my fingers into the lacy fabric, pulling until it tears.

"Hey!" She fists my hair as I uncover her tits, bending down to roll my tongue around one nipple before sucking it into my mouth. Gasping, she arches into me. "That is Victoria's Secret."

Releasing her with a wet pop, I switch to the other, delivering a bite on the swollen underside. "I'll buy you the entire store as an apology."

"The whole store?" Her hips shift, grinding slowly against me and making my cock leak.

Tearing myself her chest, I straighten back up and capture her mouth, kissing her so hard that her head bounces off the door. Fumbling for her skirt, I push the velvet hem up her thighs, baring the scrap of silk fabric between them.

"I'll buy out their bloody stock," I say, shoving her underwear aside and hooking` two fingers inside her.

Back bowing, one of her hands slaps the door as she strains against the invasion. Squelching sounds fill the air as she drenches my hand, writhing along with the frenzied pace I set.

"Bloody hell, listen to how soaked you are. Is that all for me?"

She nods. Whimpers, the sound eviscerating any pieces of self-control I've been hanging on to.

"Do you like the idea of being spoiled, my little puppet? Your cunt certainly seems to."

The heel of my hand grinds against her clit as I plunge in and out, curling and massaging until she's fucking shaking. She tightens her thighs, trying to gain leverage and push me in deeper, so I add a third finger, stretching her even more.

Fishing the shreds of her top from where they're still tucked into her skirt, I push the material aside and palm one of her breasts, teasing her flesh until it's hot and puckered beneath my touch.

"I wish you could've seen how smashing you looked when I walked in on you downstairs, holding that weapon to David's throat." Dropping my head, I skim my lips over the pulse in hers, flicking the tip of my tongue