The Game Of Lust

The offer

“I'm so sorry!” I gasped, bending to pick up my mess.

“Don't worry about it” he said pulling me into his warmth, he loosened my robe from behind, revealing my unguarded chest and stomach, I only had on a black pair of underwear. He moved my hair out of the way, kissing my neck gently.

I found myself already moaning, there had to be something in his touch that drove me insane.

Still behind me, I could feel his c**k grow larger and hard. He dipped his hand into his cold glass of whiskey and traced his wet cold fingers tips down my stomach and into my panties until he found my p***y. The cold jerked me backwards, I held onto his arm but it didn't stop him from massaging, It felt so good I didn't want him to stop.

“It's … its cold,” I muttered softly

He then spun me around to face him and pulled me into an intimate kiss, He took off my robe, I could feel my n*****s touching his chest. As we kissed passionately. He lifted me off my feet, with himself between my legs and carried me to the bedroom.

He spread my thighs open on the bed, impatiently taking off his shirt as he was ready to devour me.

His array of arm tattoos came as a shock to me.

“What are you looking at?”he laughed, noticing the impression his toned body left on me as my mouth grew open. He lifted my thighs in his face burying his head in my p***y, his tongue was cold.

I bit hard on my arm as his tongue went deeper, I left out a soft moan,

grabbing hold of the pillow behind me. I arched my back at the over flow of passion.

He lapped at my folds, gathering all my wetness with his tongue.

He raised his head and moved between my legs, he lifted one of my thigh and rubbed his giant c**k before slipping it into my wet p***y, he pushed it in.

Nibbling and licking on my neck, he widened my thigh and thrust in deeper.

I moaned, bracing him closer, my fingers borrowed into his silky hair.

He felt amazing, better than I had fantasized, I could feel his c**k pulsing inside of me, it hurt a bit when he started but my p***y was able to expand, swallowing the whole length of his giant c**k.

“I've wanted to do this for a long time,” he bit his lower lip as he pushed in deeper.

I closed my eyes tightly taking him in, I wrapped my arms around his broad back. It felt like one of my many fantasies were quickly becoming reality, just a few weeks ago I had assaulted this man in a public transit, same week he become my boss and here we were in a hotel making love as I liked to think.

My n*****s rubbed against his chest and his stomach against my dripping p***y. My eyes nearly rolled backwards, there was a fullness in my stomach.

The bluish lights really set the tone and the sound of our wet bodies colliding overthrew the faint piano rendition of a popular 90s song. I could easily read the tattoo on his shoulder. It was the name of a woman,“ Ruby Foster .”

I was given no opportunity to think over what I had read as he began to kiss me. He kissed on my lip gently, taking his time, savouring the taste of my lips, he took a deep breath and sucked at it, he picked up the pace.

“you can tell me to stop if I'm hurting you,” he said, biting my earlobe,

“No don't stop” I blurted out in the heat of the lustful moment. I felt a bursting sensation as he pressed in again and an unsettling feeling of pleasure grew in me. I let out a very loud and unexpected cry as he penetrated my walls, he pulled out for a moment and with little notice pushed it back in, I groaned throwing my head back, he didn't slow down until he began to kiss my neck again, he finally slowed down, he moved up and down slowly gathering the bed sheets in his hand he continued pushing in and pulling back.

He wiped the sweat on forehead his with the back of his arm and pulled me up, towards himself.

He paused for a moment, waiting for me to open my eyes, he laughed and leaned back as I was sitting on his stomach, right on his c**k, it was still hard. He quietly sat back, waiting for me to do something, he stared pointed at me.

I moved away bending over, I took his c**k in my hand, it was difficult fitting it into my mouth. I first ran my fingers up and down his length before attempting to put it into my mouth. I licked from the base upwards, he let out a groan as I began to suck, wrapping it with my tongue. He placed his hand on my head hesitantly, making a conscious effort to not pull my hair.

I could hardly think at that moment having him in my mouth messaging him c**k with my tongue, he jerked backwards, still staring at me. He grabbed my ass and sank his middle finger into my p***y, making it hard for me to focus, I began to moan holding his wrist to prevent his finger from going any deeper.

He lifted my face from his c**k and pulled me by the arm until i was sitting comfortably on his throbbing c**k. I had never found myself in that kind of situation, I couldn't understand the hunger I felt. Unlike what Matt and I had which was nothing but casual s*x for the fun it no, this felt insanely troubling. He grabbed my breast and took it to his mouth, he pulled by back close sucking slowly and tracing his tongue around my areola, he played around with my n*****s, using the cold tip of his tongue. I felt a burst of excited jerking me backwards.

He grabbed on to both ass cheeks, spreading them open he fit his c**k back into my p***y, I gripped his square shoulder letting out a whine as his c**k slipped effortlessly in.

I began to grind on his c**k, he groaned and held on to my thighs as tightly as he could. He leaned in and took my lips, I continued to grind on him, I arched my back and he squeezed my ass.

He grunted with every thrust, he stared back at me. I grip on to his tattooed arms as he picked me up from the bed and pinned my back to the wall, his arms were strong and I had no worries, I braced myself as he spread open my ass and slammed into me mercilessly, he could no longer control himself.

He was warm inside me, I wrapped my arms around his neck as he buried his face in mine, letting out warm breaths, he groaned passionately sinking his fingers into my thighs my breasts bounced with every thrust. He slowed down but went deeper each push, sending chills across my body I began to shiver from the excitement, I clenched my toes. He paused and took a long look at me,

“are you OK ?” he asked moving away the wet strands of my hair that stuck on my face and close to my lips.

He moved his face closer rubbing his lips to mine we shared the same breath, he kissed me carefully as though my lips would tear if he kissed me in any other way.

An unexpected rush overwhelmed, I moan and whined as I came, gripping his shoulders I realised that I had scratched his back with my fingers from the tear jerking passion I felt.

“I'm so sorry,” I said caressing the scratches on his shoulder.

“No it's alright,” he chuckled.

We stopped for a moment staring deeply into each other's eyes he was full of words but simply smiled.

“I'd like us to do this again sometime,” he said, I was dumbfounded by his words.

“don't worry we don't need to attach any strings to it … I'm not quite ready for anything serious myself .”

I still couldn't find the words to say, he moved in for a kiss but was rudely interrupted by his phone which was ringing loudly. He gently put me down, He had one of those looks, the one were he wanted to be honest but didn't know how.

“Think about it Regina,” he said and rushed to his phone which was on the far end of the bedroom. Cole answered the call and excused himself from the room.

At the end of the night, I wanted to ask what next? But Cole was no where in sight, truthfully I wanted to be more than just a one night thing but I also didn't want to be his call girl, I was no good with such roles knowing how desperately I'd fallen for him but I tried to keep it in my mind that no good would come out of loving this dangerous man and him loving me back was in my wildest dreams.

I put my robe back on and tucked myself comfortably into the sheets,

I was exhausted and Cole did not return, certain I had done nothing wrong , after all I said nothing to his offer but why did I keep attracting such men. I put my hand over my eyes letting out a long sigh.

“Paula's going to kill me”, I muttered. Cole already knew my house and all the secrets of my body, even the birth mark on my belly, there were no secrets from me but I knew nothing about him.

He was a mystery to me, one I didn't mind going the lengths to uncover but there was a wall around him, I could feel it in his silence, in every word he tried to say but did not, I couldn't help but think about what he said.

I didn't want to be his play thing then there would be no difference between he and Matt.

I wanted a real relationship to be the only woman and not in a fancy one night stand. Matt was the only man I'd ever been, he knew I had no one else is why he kept playing around my feelings, maybe I gave myself off too easily.

After much reflection I returned to work the next week a different Regina. I stared thoughtfully at me reflection on the glass door in another short dress but with a little more color, it was a sage green gown, it complicated my fair skin tone. I had spent my weekend with Vivian shopping for better clothes; shorter skirts, see through blouses and pushup Bras. It was far more easier thinking I was doing all these for myself but truthfully I was doing it impress him and I couldn't afford to be embarrassed of myself for all the effort I was putting in.