Page 49 of Sexting My Ex's Dad
She shakes her head, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment. “N–no.”
“Good.” I take a step back, allowing myself to drink in the sight before me. The predatory grin that spreads across my face is involuntary, but it feels right given the circumstances. “There’s my good girl.”
Her cheeks flush.So she likes that?
I graze my fingers along her jawline. “Now,” I murmur, “let’s see what we can do about getting you even more flustered, shall we?”
Her pulse quickens beneath my fingertips, and her breath comes in shallow pants as I press her bound hands above her head, guiding her to lie back on the desk. Her chest heaves with anticipation, her legs parting slightly in invitation.
I lean in to claim her lips in a searing kiss, my mind racing with possibilities of how best to explore this uncharted territory. To learn every inch of her body, to uncover all the ways I can bring her pleasure – these are the thoughts that consume me.
My hands slide around Stella’s waist, pressing her against the wooden desk as our hips find a perfect rhythm, grinding together in time with our fervent kisses, enjoying every moan that leaves from between those pink lips.
Her back arches ever so slightly, pushing her petite frame closer to mine, and I can’t help but let out a low growl of satisfaction. The rough sound of wood scraping against the fabric of my expensive suit pants echoes through the room.
“Tell me this is what you want,” I command, my voice barely above a whisper. Her hazel eyes shimmer with desire as she bites her lip, nodding almost imperceptibly.
“Y-yes,” she manages between short, quick gasps for air. “I need you, Elio.”
Her breathless plea triggers something primal inside me, a fierce need to claim her as my own. I lean in once more, capturing her lips in another searing kiss.
I lift Stella onto the desk with a swift movement. She wraps her legs around my waist instinctively, pulling me closer. I lower my head, seeking out the delicate skin of her neck, savoring the taste of her as I trail kisses down her collarbone. The scent of her perfume lingers on her skin, making my head spin as I struggle to maintain control.
I take one perfect pink nipple into my mouth, her gasp echoes through the room, mingling with the sound of our heavy breathing.
“If you’re not quiet, everyone on the first floor will hear you.” But even as I say the words, I realize I don’t care. It’s my name on the business - I can’t be fired. I’d let her scream if that’s what she wanted, my employees be damned.
But, by the look on her face, she’s terrified by the thought. “Yes sir.”
I suckle on her nipple harder, and she gasps, her back arching off the desk, the motion causing small objects to clatter to the floor, not that I care. Things can be replaced.
“Ah, Elio,” she moans, her fingers digging into my shoulders while trying to maintain balance atop the desk. I can tell that she’s trying to be quiet, but it isn’t working that well. Should I try and make her scream just to embarrass her?Maybe next time.
“Please, Elio,” she begs, her voice breathy as she tries to catch her breath. “I need you.”
Her plea sends a shiver down my spine, and it takes every ounce of my self-control not to take her right then and there. I lean forward, pressing my lips against the shell of her ear. “You don’t make the demands, Stella,” I whisper. “But, since you’ve been a good little girl…”
As our hips begin to move in tandem, I feel the rigid length of my arousal rubbing against her, causing her to cry out softly. The sound of her pleasure washes over me like a tidal wave, urging me onwards.
“Is this what you want?” I ask, though the answer is clear from the way her body responds to mine. She nods frantically, her chest heaving with anticipation.
“Y-yes, Elio... please.”
My fingers find their way to her slick entrance, guiding myself towards her heat, our eyes locked. All I find is pure, unadulterated desire – a feeling that mirrors my own.
With one powerful thrust, I sink deep inside her, filling her completely.
I’m never going to be able to let this go.
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STELLA
My thoughts drift back to Elio, like a moth helplessly drawn to the flame. I’m completely and utterly helpless. I can’t shake the memory of our last encounter—his touch, his scent, the way he’d binded me up and screwed me right on his desk.
I never thought I’d be into something like that – then again, I never thought I’d sleep with him again either.
I’m constantly surprising myself, and I’m beginning to wonder whether it’s a good thing or bad.
