NERTHUS
To say that my jaw hits the floor is certainly an understatement.
“I beg your pardon?”
He shrugs and I guess this is his way to close the conversation. But I put my hand on the table, as if to stop him in his movements before I retrieve it slowly, coursing my stupid ass.
“Are you serious?”
He nods, lifting a brow at me. “Yeah.”
“What?” Taking a deep breath, I sit back into my chair, continuing to stare at him.
Lowering my voice and leaning over the table slightly, he is already looking at me annoyed. “Is this why they are standing there?”
He nods again, and I can see his demeanor shift. “Why?”
I shrug, whispering. “Well… After all what you told me and seeing that we have the only table up here. I thought we would be alone.”
He smiles before taking a sip from his glass and gestures to Dario to come close. He nears us with an unreadable expression and leans down to his boss as he gives him the order to leave us alone.
“Yes, boss.”
Within a few minutes, we are all by ourselves. I take a deep breath, exhaling slowly as my hulk looks at me amused.
“That’s much better.” I smile at him and continue to eat. He lets me talk endlessly about any random topic while he just gives his usual short answers or stays silent. I would love to hear more about him, but I do what I’m paid for and I’m sure that he used his available word count for the day as he talked a lot about his pay grade.
The fact that I got to know that he is somewhere in the higher management, if I were to put it like that, I’m surprised, that I don’t seem to fear him.
Quite the contrary.
My radar for danger really has to be broken.
As the waiter comes up to take our empty plates, I can’t believe how giddy I feel. My heart risks imploding as my date tells the waiter to take everybody downstairs and just check in to ask us for a dessert in about an hour.
The waiter bends down while confirming that he will do as he pleases. A few people disappear with him downstairs, where I hear a heavy door clunk shut.
My hulk leans back in his chair with his smirk still present on his lips. “Come here.”
His voice alone has a shiver running down my spine. Getting up slowly, I stand between his legs as he looks up to me. Without taking his eyes off me, he grabs my hips, pulling me close. I gasp, putting my hands on his shoulders and he starts lifting my elegant dress slowly, until I feel him pulling down my panties. As he pulls them down to the floor, I step out of them, and he throws them on the table with a grin.
“Hold your dress up.” He orders me huskily and I comply gladly while watching him undo his belt and pants. As soon as his gorgeous big cock springs free, he turns me around. I lower myself onto him, impaling myself on his rock-hard dick with a long moan.
He holds my hips tightly as I move up and down on him, taking him in more and more every time I lower myself down on him. While I’m riding him, he fumbles on my dress, having it glide down my shoulders and pulls down my bra to grope on my breast while I’m going crazy on his cock.
After a bit, he moves one of his hands down to my wet pussy and starts massaging me teasingly.
“Oh, yes!”
I shift, kicking my leg up to put it behind him on the seat of the chair to take him in even more. As I move my hips circularly, he buries his fingers into my flesh with a groan, enticing me even more.
“You like this, big boy?”
He growls a low yes, making my pussy throb and suddenly tightens his grip on me. As he fixates me on him with a strong grip on my breast and a finger onto my pulsating clit, he starts pounding into me from below, going wild on my clit. I scream loudly as I near my orgasm in the most amazing way ever and try to stabilize myself by hooking my foot with the backrest.
My orgasm gets me hard and unprepared. I really thought I could hold on to his thrusts a bit longer and I even find myself asking him for forgiveness.
“Oh, God.” I wet my lips as I free my leg from the chair and he moves me up and down his cock slowly, making me enjoy my high fully.
“I’m sorry.”
“Why are you apologizing? We aren’t done yet.”
Standing up, being still buried in me, he pushes me onto the table, bending me perfectly for him to continue to fuck me. I clench on the edge of the table as he thrusts into me hard, and risk losing my voice as I’m screaming my soul out at the pleasure he lets me feel. I’m so close that as he whispers in my ear, I cum instantly.
“You feel so fucking good.”
I risk giving out at how good this feels as he increases his pace once more to chase his own release. As he comes inside of me, he leans on me, burying himself in me with a groan.
After a few heartbeats, he slips out of me and disposes of his condom. I’m still catching my breath while leaning over the table as I feel him lifting my ankle to put my knee onto the table. I look back at him bewildered and my heart stops. He looks incredibly handsome as he frowns down on me and his hair falling unkept over his temples. My heart squeezes as I realize that in this moment, I’m fully his and he is disposing of me as he pleases.
Oh, how I love this.
As he has me positioned on the table, I feel him still holding onto my ankle as he pushes into my ass and I moan, letting me fall back down on the table.
“Oh, baby. Yes!”
As he fucks my ass like it has always belonged to him, I feel my sanity slip away as the mixture of pain and pleasure has my inside convulsing pleasurably. The moment he seems to reach his own wonderful high, he wraps his hand around me, to finger me again, making me cum simultaneously with him. As I moan through my orgasm, he props himself on the table, not to squash me. He bends down gently, biting into my skin before he travels up to my shoulder, covering me in kisses.
“Did I hurt you?”
I look over my shoulder questioningly and he moves my hair out of the way, revealing my still weak marks on my neck.
“I- No. It’s not you… These aren’t yours.”
His eyes flash with anger and he leans in more, making me feel his cock that is still in my ass.
“Who’s are they then?”
I shake my head with a smile. “A client has this certain fetish… I’m sorry you noticed them. I should have covered them up better.”
“What client?”
He pushes himself off me and I feel freezing. As I turn around, I lean on my table while watching him get rid of his condom. His gaze is still unsettling as he steps back towards me. Clutching my hair, he pulls my head back brusquely to inspect my marks better.
“Did you let him fuck you?” He growls while letting his eyes roam on my skin.
I shake my head the bit that his grip allows me and wet my lips. “No. I refused.”
“You refused?”
Nodding slightly, I see his expression morph and I smile. I wrap his arms around him and pull me close to his hard chest, still covered by his shirt. “I couldn’t stop thinking about our table.” I whisper and he tightens his hold on my hair, making me whimper.
“Are you playing with me, woman?”
I shake my head again, my smile growing. “What do you think?”
He tsks, releasing me from his grip and starts dressing himself.
“Get dressed. I’ll buy you dessert.”