So out shopping doing my own thing, when I feel someone brush past me, his cologne teasing my senses. Almost instantaneously I’m drawn into a memory so vivid my body readies itself for HIM. My minds eye recalling a hand in my hair, pulling my head back, the other leaving its mark on my sweet creamy cheek. Lips and stubble abrasive against my neck, as fingers dig in massaging away the sting. Biting my lip lost in thoughts of Him.
If one were to take notice, they would see blushing cheeks, eyes almost magically transformed to green, slightly unfocused, panting a wee, trying to regain control in the middle of a department store. I’m trapped in flashbacks, of our primal fucking. He’s my addiction, a wicked madness underneath my skin, my own personal drug of choice and now I have that itch.
The purrrfect girls lift and swell, nipples pouty and begging for attention, so sensitive against the fabric of my bra. I hug myself to relieve the sensation, it only heightens the need for His touch. The craving is so visceral that my princess parts tingle, throb and weep for Him.
If He were here, He would have leaned in close, so close His lips would caress my ear as he whispered, “Something amiss kitten?”. He would inhale deeply creating another erotic sensation against my already over-sensitized flesh. His chuckle would be making such dark things unfurl in my core and tickle up and down my spine. His finger would tilt up my chin, so I would look into His eyes as He would say, “kitten you smell like you want to be fucked, let’s be off shall we?” and we would uhm off.
I checked out in a daze, still half in memory and in thoughts of our immediate future. I’m sure I broke several traffic laws in my haste to get to Him. His secretary only raises an eyebrow at me as I stroll passed her desk, straight into His office, locking the door behind me.
With one look, He notices my state, His nostrils flare as he catches my scent, pupils dilate as He deciphers my potent need. Picking up the phone, He tells His secretary to clear His afternoon.
Sprawling back in His chair nonchalantly, letting me take the lead, I’ve had all the foreplay I needed in my own mind. I need Him, desperately, now, fast, hard and deep. Kneeling between muscled thighs, fingers finding His belt buckle, unbuckling, unzipping and spreading the fly. Pausing a moment, in my frenzied haste I almost forgot my manners. Lifting my gaze to His, tilting my head to the side I ask all sweet like, “May I, please, Baby?” He gives a simple nod of agreement.
Reaching inside His trousers I find Him full, heavy, throbbing - uhm very happy to see me. Stroking that gorgeous cock adoringly, lips slide over the mushroomed crown, tongue, sliding in and out of the eye, savoring His essence, before it swirls and strokes as my mouth descends to meet my fingers cinched around His thick base.
I didn’t think I could get more inflamed with want, but hearing the sounds I draw from Him with my lips, tongue, the occasional purrrrrfect scraping of teeth, thumb and index finger contracting about His girth, mimicking another part of my body, the long nails of the other three digits exquisitely scoring the boys as my magical mouth twistingly slides steadily up and down His length. My skirt rising with the action of my hips rolling against the air as if I’m riding an invisible lover, beckoning His fingers to test the waters. The low vibrato moan surrounding throbbing flesh as His fingers find me oh so ready, makes Him fist my curls, holding me down onto Him as He thrusts His hips against me. All I can do is suck and swallow hard, try to convince my throat to take all of Him while tears slide down my cheeks from my efforts.
I’m in a voracious haze, running on lust and instinct, I hear a “Fuuuuckkkkk princess.” And then He none too gently pulls my mouth off His raging, soaked hard on. So lost in the moment I actually growl when I’m suddenly without my treat. Cupping my chin looking into my disgruntled expression, He softly but firmly tells me, “kitten you obviously needed me in the worst way, well here I am, use me for your pleasure, but be forewarned after… You. Are. Fucking. Mine. I’m going to use every inch of you, until you can no longer stand much less walk.”
Smiling my secret smile, thinking fuck yes this is turning out to be a red letter day, and use Him I did. True to His word He had to carry me to His car, prepare and practically hand feed me dinner, while I soak away my tired sore muscles. Tucking me into bed, sliding in behind me, pulling me beneath Him, we make love oh so sweetly it brings tears to my eyes. He is my addiction.
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