I nearly lost control.
If she had stayed there an instant longer, I might have.
The feel of her breast beneath my hand – her nipple between my finger and thumb –
Her wetness as I circled her clit –
The way she screamed when she came –
I felt like an animal.
My cock was hard as steel beneath my pants. She made me so hard it hurt.
I wanted to throw her down on the desk, ravage her, thrust deep inside her and fuck her like a raging bull –
But she was a virgin.
It would have hurt her – turned all her pleasure to pain –
And I had made a promise.
I wouldn’t take her until she begged.
So I had to make her leave before I gave in to my animal desires.
She’d stared at me with wounded eyes as I yelled at her to leave – but finally she did.
I leaned against the desk, panting with desire, still smelling her scent in the air long after she fled.
I lifted my finger, the one I had touched her clit with, and tasted her.
She was both sweet and musky… like watermelon and a hint of cloves…
And I knew that the next time I ‘punished’ her, I would have to taste her for real.
