Taste of it

Chapter 16: Real

She pouts at me, her lips are big and perfect for visuals. It's clear that Janelle likes being enhanced, with the t**s and the lips, even her fake tan. But she still looks good and she knows it, she owns it and her confidence does wonders for me.

"Why not?"

"Because you know I don't do that s**t," I growl out before taking a fist full of her hair and bending her over my desk roughly. "But I can take you just fine with you bent over."

Janelle exhales a soft grunt as I hoist up her dress, finding her soaked beneath. I like that I have that effect on her, on most women. Sometimes they're probably f*****g me for my power but I don't care, as long as I get what I want then I'm happy.

I reach for a condom in my drawer and rip it open before pulling down my trousers and lining it against my c**k. Then before Janelle can prepare herself, I plunge deep into her. Gripping her shoulder as I bury my c**k deep inside her wet p***y.

She cries out instantly, the desk rattling at the sounds of her moans. Working in perfect rhythm.

"F-f**k, yes," she cries out.

My teeth grit down painfully as I release my rage on her body, digging my fingers into her hips knowing full well I'll probably leave bruises but I know that's the kind of f*****g Janelle loves.

I thrust powerfully, pounding her over and over until she's a moaning withering mess. My hand comes down on her ass, leaving the plush skin bleeding a pink stain. The pleasure begins to build up inside and I move faster, harder.

My eyes glance up and I stare at the light from the hall, she never closed the door properly and now I can see the soft light leaking in. Between the gap of the door I spot a figure, and I instantly know who it is.

Standing there, watching me f**k away like it's the most extraordinary thing she's ever seen.

Alexia doesn't move, I don't even know if she knows I can see her. But she stops to watch and I find myself smirking, ravishing my c**k inside of Janelle continuously until I'm sure my desk is about to snap in two.

For some unknown reason this makes me closer to a release, growing harder. She's watching me and she's not moving. I have no clue why but it makes me want to explode, I almost forget that this is another woman I'm f*****g. Her eyes give me a spark I didn't know I needed.

Suddenly Alexia jumps away when she realises that I've noticed her. But she was busted a long time ago.

I continue to smirk to myself until I finish in the condom and pull myself away from Janelle's sweaty body. She pulls herself up from the desk and pulls down her dress, flashing me a lazy smile.

"Wow," she exhales, still trying to catch her breath. "Bad day?"

"You should go," I say as I throw the condom in the bin and tuck myself back into my trousers.

Her mouth hangs open in shock. "Are you serious?" "Yeah, I'm serious."

She scowls at me and stumbles away from my desk. "You're a f*****g ass. You've got no respect for women."

"You know that this is strictly s*x, nothing else. I never implied anything more."

"f**k you, Lonzo."

I watch as she walks towards my office door and walks herself out, muttering inaudible things under her breath but she's the last of my worries. I couldn't give a f**k what she thinks about me.

Later I take myself to bed and find myself tossing and turning feeling severely dissatisfied with everything.