“Really?” she asks, with a voice so light and innocent it breaks my heart. I should leave now, I should turn around and walk out of her life before I say or do anything that can further taint the perfect purity about her. The twinge in my heart is telling me I don’t deserve her. That if I have any more to do with her I’m going to have to make changes to myself I know are not possible. That an asshole like me will never be worthy of such an angel. Why else have I spending my time with shallow socialites for the past ten years? Or is this my chance at redemption?
All this flashes through my mind in a split second as Katie stares up at me with a perfect pout, her lips ripe and ready, the need for my cock radiating from her like a furnace. I can feel my pants tightening as my rod grows, lengthening and thickening and hardening down my pant leg, growing against my thigh.
“Of course,” I whisper, coming slowly closer to her. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.” I hadn’t actually wanted to tell her that, but I don’t seem to have much control over my body right now, nor my will power.
“I – I’ve been thinking about you too,” she whispers as if in a trance. I’m now standing so close to her, that I can feel her breath on my skin as she speaks. “I thought I’d never see you again,” she says hoarsely. And she’s about to say something else, but I’m not interested in anything but feeling her body. Bending my face over hers, I crush my lips onto her lips, rolling my tongue past her tongue, pulling her up to me with arm around her waist, my hand on her neck. She moans into my mouth, giving herself to me. Before I know what I’m doing, I’m pushing her up against the wall, kissing her more urgently, my hands groping all the curves I can find.
“Oh Jordan,” she whispers in my ear as I kiss her neck and firmly squeeze the softness of her huge tits. My cock is now so hard it’s painfully straining in my pants as I’m pressed up against her. My arousal for her is so complete and all-consuming, I barely care that we’re in public.
“Jordan,” she sighs. “Someone might see!”
Katie’s right, so I quickly pull her into a dark corridor. And there, I slide my hand under her skirt to feel her pussy drenched for me. That’s it. No more questions, no more games because I have to own this delicate female.
Chapter 10
KATIE
Jordan’s kisses are intoxicating. His firm body is pressed against mine, holding me pinned to the wall. One of his arms is leaning against the wall above my head and the other hand has just found its way onto my drenched pussy. My knees buckle beneath me and he thrusts his pelvis against mine with a grunt, holding me in place. I can’t breathe, and I don’t seem to need to. It’s as if every bit of oxygen I could possibly need is being supplied by him. His fingers find their way into my soaked panties and onto my clit, making me moan into his mouth.
“There are so many ways I want you, Katie,” he growls as he breaks away from the kiss to bite my neck. “Why can’t I have it all?”
“Take me,” I breathe through my arousal. “Take whatever you want. Use my body to make yourself feel good.”
“We’re in public,” he says sternly, mockingly, daringly, pushing me up against the wall with a new kiss.
“That hasn’t stopped you so far,” I moan coquettishly, causing him to close his paw of a hand around my throat – not dangerously, but enough to show who’s boss. Just enough to be able to look into my eyes and show me how he means to take what he wants. His piercingly blue eyes are dark with desire with harsh streaks across those high cheekbones.
“What, you want me to fuck you in this corridor? Don’t think I won’t. Don’t think I care for a second that someone might walk by any minute.” I can’t explain what it is that overcomes me then. Maybe it’s that I’m so turned on by him and what’s happening between us here, that I’ve lost all inhibition, all concern for the consequences.
“Really? So why aren’t you doing it then?” I whisper recklessly. I see his eyes glint, and it’s the last thing I see before he grabs me roughly and turns me around in one fell swoop, pressing me to the wall. I can feel his hard cock pressing into my ass, his torso against my back. He painfully twists my right arm behind my back, leaving my left to fight back with if I wanted to – but I don’t. I want him to fuck me up against this wall, right in this quiet corridor where anyone could pass by any minute.