A/N: This is something completely different.
Enjoy.
He had me. Goodness he really had me, I should've stopped this a month ago yet, here I was smiling at a toast my fiance was making while trying to stop my body from reacting. I was literally in a room full of his colleagues wiggling in my seat and suppressing moans because he told me to wear these damn vibrating panties.
He was also in the room looking at me, of course no one else could tell that he was torturing me because he was just that good. I made the stupid mistake of making eye contact with him and jerked when he increased the vibration. He was telling me that it was time to leave but I couldn't leave in the middle of my fiance's toast and he knew it so he did it again.
I moaned, loudly. FUCK!
Everyone was looking at me now and I knew I looked flushed. I could feel my fiance's concerned eyes on me and needed to say something.
"He's just so sexy when he talks about his goals." I embellished and shot him a sweet smile. A smile that earned another increase in power making me shudder and have to mask another moan by sipping on my wine.
"I see my baby is just as excited as I am about this merger." Mark, my fiance said, winking at me.
Mark was handsome and my high school sweetheart, he was up until a month ago the only man that ever seen or touched my body. I literally shuddered thinking about his mouth on my body again, I needed to get the hell out of this conference hall.
I stood up, taking a deep breath before silently excusing myself to the restroom. I heard him chuckle as I passed his table and rolled my eyes which earned him turning the panties on full blast. Thankfully I was out of the room when it hit and was able to allow myself to moan freely before I felt my legs buckle.
I didn't get a chance to touch the ground when I felt a pair of familiar and strong arms wrap around my waist.
"You were warned." He whispered in my ear and I couldn't help moaning again. "Don't worry, you'll be doing more of that in a few moments."
"My fiance is literally…" I started but stopped when I felt another jolt in between my legs.
I wish I could say this only recently escalated but that would be a lie because it has been this way since we met. All it took was one look.
One Month Ago. Precisely.
"Holy shit, who on earth is that?"
I looked over my shoulder to see who my friend was referring to before my eyes landed on a pair of intense green orbs looking directly at me.
"Fuck." I said trying extremely hard to look away but couldn't. I looked him over and he was a well dressed man with chiseled jaw, broad shoulders and slim waist. A waist I could wrap my legs around and-
"Girl! What are you doing?" Lena asked, snapping her fingers in my face. I blinked and saw the sexiest smirk cross the man's face. I felt my panties immediately pool with excitement.
"I ah… need to go freshen up." I said looking over my shoulder again. He was still standing there, looking at me practically devouring me with his gaze.
Lena placed her hand on my forehead. "Are you okay? We have to present in ten minutes and I think hottie over there is our new client so get it together." She said.
"Y-yeah, just going to get some water." I lied. I was going to take my soaked panties off and remind myself that I was a happily engaged woman.
I walked away from Lena, forcing myself to keep my eyes forward but I could feel him. Whoever he was, I could feel his presence behind me. I'm not sure why but I started walking faster but my pencil skirt only gave so much leeway.
This building was huge and the damn bathrooms were down a long hallway. I could hear steady footsteps over the clicking of my heels as I increased my pace. My heart was racing, my breathing was ragged though I wasn't even walking fast enough to cause it and my skin was getting hot.
This damn man hasn't even touched me and I'm reacting like this.
I looked over my shoulder and he was there, stilling me with his eyes and then I looked at his lips. They were full, a lot bigger than ones you typically see on a white person but it didn't stop the rush of completely dirty thoughts that played through my mind on how useful those lips would be to me.
I turned left. Another stupid mistake. It led to a stairwell, subconsciously I think I was running but I knew by the throbbing my kitty was doing it was the chase.
This man was chasing me in the most indirect way. I knew it was going to either end with him following me even more or him turning back and letting it end now.
Wrong. Every fiber of my being exploded when his hand grabbed mine and forced me to stop. I had only made it down one flight of stairs. There were no doors to escape to and there was absolutely no privacy and yet I allowed him to push me against the railing.
Quietness and my breathing was all I could hear. I was admittedly breathless because of several things but one thing stood out the most.
It was his thick dick that was pressed into my stomach.
I wanted to grab it. Hell, I wanted to rub it against my body.
He must've read my mind because I felt his dick twitch and couldn't help moaning.
I wanted to say something, I wanted to ask his name or hell ask if he wanted me to get on my knees but nothing came out.
He caressed my hand. The hand where a very expensive engagement ring rested. A twenty-five thousand dollar ring to be exact. It was a gaudy thing but Mark was proud of it.
I felt his finger brush over the ring. One, two, three times before he placed said hand on his dick prompting me to squeeze it. It was basically over at this point. I needed a taste. I needed to run my tongue along his thick member.
I looked up at him and could see it in his eyes. He was asking for permission. Permission to do what my body was screaming for, permission to fuck me.
I nodded.
It was a slow but sure nod and he understood.
The corners of his lips turned upward ever so slightly before I felt his hands on my thighs bunching up my skirt.
The more my flesh came to view the more breathless I became. I was so happy I wore the lacy underwear I picked out the night prior.
He bit his lip when looked down at my exposed thighs. I wanted to bite his lip, so I did. I stood on my tippy toes and sucked his bottom lip into mine before gently biting down.
His lips tasted so damn good. He was a good kisser too, I mean lips like those I'd sincerely hoped he would be a good one.
I felt his finger loop the band of my panties before hearing them rip. Then I felt one of his fingers lightly graze my slit.
First time I'd ever heard a man growl and it made my knees buckle. Thankfully he held up and tightly, I couldn't move if I wanted to and believe me I did not want to move.
There was a series of subtle sounds that followed. His belt being undone, the sound of his zipper moving downward and a soft sigh.
Relief.
I looked down and understood immediately why he sighed the way he did. His pants were constricting the masterpiece that was his dick.
I licked my lips. I was salivating, never had I ever reacted this way to my fiancé and deep down I know I should've felt some type of way but alas the only thing I felt was need.
I made eye contact with him and saw his eyes had darkened, his jaw flexed almost like he was trying to maintain control. Control of what, I wasn't sure but the delicious grin that crossed his lips let me know I was only seconds from finding out.
He lifted my left leg up, angling me perfectly to line up with his dick. I felt the tip brush against my wet slit and I gasped.
He smirked.
Should've known then that he was an asshole.
He wrapped my leg around his waist and before I had a moment he entered me.
He eased every inch into me until I was completely full. The sensation of being filled to the brim alone was enough to make me explode.
I opened my mouth to say something but only a moan came out. Then another as he began thrusting in and out of me.
He was incredibly silent but his eyes, his eyes were so commanding and held mine effortlessly.
I would usually close my eyes during sex but I couldn't with him. I wanted to see his face, I wanted to see his reaction to my body even if I didn't know him.
He lifted my other leg, wrapping it around his waist and quickly pressed my back against the wall.
Both of his hands were on either side of my head. He was holding me up with his body alone.
He shot me a look. A look I now know means he's not holding back because he didn't and if the walls were made of paper everyone would've heard.
They would've heard the sound of our body's meeting over and over and over again. The sound of my muffled moans, which were only muffled because he covered my mouth with his own.
He drove into me, making my body scream in pure ecstasy. His breathing was leveled and his strokes were precise. I arched into him needing more and he obliged by fucking me harder.
He bit down on my bottom lip as I felt a burning in the depths of my core. He moved his hands from the wall and gripped my hips.
His eyes. I couldn't escape the devious look from his eyes before he started slamming into me. How he had so much stamina is beyond me but he didn't let up until I screamed out.
Loudly. So loudly that I was certain someone on the twenty- eighth floor heard me. The smirk returned to his face before he growled again.
He held me steady and then reality smacked me in the face as I felt streams of warm liquid fill me. I watched as he bit down on his bottom lip so hard it bruised.
He came inside of me. A stranger.
I was engaged and never even let my fiancé touch me without a condom on and this man just…
Fuck.
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