Page 8 of Illyria

“I see,” I smiled, leaning back in my chair. “So, you’re bored.”

I expected a witty retort. Instead, Jackson stood, then walked around my desk to stand before me. He had a grin on his face and there was a distinct bulge in his pants that told me he definitely wasn’t bored. “Not bored, sweetheart.”

Licking my lips, I whispered, “I see that.”

Jackson grabbed me out of my chair and kissed me passionately, full on the lips. His left hand wrapped itself around my waist as his right held the back of my head so he could kiss me as deeply as possible.

Locked in his passionate embrace, I gave into the swarming lust that was bubbling up to the surface while I kissed him back as hard as he was kissing me. With one forceful move, Jackson lifted me onto my desk, knocking my files and papers to the floor.

Releasing my lips, Jackson stared at me, his desire evident in his eyes. “Fuck woman, you drive me crazy.”

“Sounds like a personal problem.”

Jackson growled as he ripped open my blouse, sending buttons flying everywhere. His eyes focused hungrily on the sight of my firm heaving breasts as my breathing became heavier. I knew what he was seeing. I saw it every day when I dressed. I worked hard to keep my body firm and ate all the right things. Perception was everything in my line of work. It wasn’t just my intelligence that served me well, but my ability to look desirable as I devoured men left and right.

I wasn’t known as the succubus of Chicago for nothing.

I learned the hard way what could happen when I gave my heart to someone.

That was a mistake I wasn’t ever going to make again.

Jackson was an excellent lover. Well versed in how to pleasure a woman. I made myself perfectly clear that there would be no romantic serenades for us. What we had was just sex alone. I wasn’t in the market for a husband,and he didn’t want to be bothered with the hassle of a relationship.

We were a perfect match.

I moaned as he slipped the dark lacy material of my bra down to reveal my stiff, hard nipples. I knew he couldn’t resist such a treat as he began to work on my right breast, licking and sucking on it, biting it so softly. The man was a connoisseur in bed as he took his time, enjoying every moan and cry, demanding my response.

A flash of memory surfaced.

My body stiffened.

“What’s wrong?”

Shaking the wayward thought from my head, I replied. “Nothing.”

He looked at me for a quick second before grinning again as he lowered his mouth back to my breast. My body shook a little from feeling his teeth clasp on to my sensitive nipples. I felt no pain as I closed my eyes and took in the sheer sensation of pleasure I was feeling through my body. Still kissing me, Jackson moved his hands down to my hips and slid down along the soft fabric, moving around to my ass, giving it a firm squeeze before continuing his way down to the end of my skirt. With another forceful move, Jackson liftedthe skirt over my hips and left it there, bunched up around my waist.

I was feeling so turned on at the moment. Jackson had taken complete control, and I loved it. He dropped to his knees and slowly pulled down my panties, which by this stage had become quite wet. I tried to picture how I looked right now. I was leaning up against my office desk with my blouse ripped open, my breasts hanging out of my bra, my skirt bunched up around my waist and my wet panties hung around my ankles, as this man I hardly spent time with other than in the carnal kind, navigated through my pussy lips with his tongue.

I felt so slutty, so wanton as I pictured myself this way, and it turned me on even more. My knees shook in anticipation. I knew what was coming. Something I craved, needed more than air and I had the perfect man between my legs to give me the relief.

I decided to help my seducer and stepped out of my panties.

I sat up on my desk and spread my legs, giving Jackson full access to my soft, wet lips in front of his face. I smirked when I watched him stare at my core. The man was defiantly singular in nature. That I could always count on. When it came to sex, Jackson gave his all and I reaped the benefits.

Jackson knew what I wanted him to do and I knew he was up to the task.

He delved his tongue into my hot cunt, moaning as he licked my cream. His hands stroked the inside of my thighs, pushing my legs further apart so he could get closer to my pussy. I loved being in this completely exposed, submissive position. I was completely giving my body to this man and although I had never realized it before, I loved not being in control.

My life was arduous enough, with schedules, meetings, dinners and family. This moment. This part of my life, I allowed myself too just be me. All my walls came down and I just felt. Allowing the feeling, the ecstasy of his touch take over. Time would catch up with me soon enough, but in this moment, I could be the woman I kept hidden, locked away from everyone.

Jackson’s hands roamed higher up my body as he caressed my breasts, softly at first, then more vigorously as I moaned in sheer ecstasy, all the while as he continued to lick and suck at my clitoris. The stimulation I was receiving was all too much as my whole body began to shudder and shake. I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming as Jackson continued his assault through my intense climax.

With my head still spinning, I returned to the real world and looked up at the tall, broad figure towering over me. I saw the look on Jackson’s face and knew he wasn’t finished with me. The thought of what might be yet to come sent further shivers cascading down my half naked body. Jackson unzipped his fly, never taking his eyes off me. I leaned forward and licked my lips, hungry for what was being unveiled before me. I got hot at the very thought of having his monster inside of me. I wanted to feel the stretch of pain as he thrust deep. I needed to feel the bite of pain from his hard grip as his fingers gripped me tightly.

Quickly donning a condom, Jackson leaned forward, rubbing the head of his dick up against my now sopping wet pussy. Just this sensation alone felt so good as I moaned, letting my head fall back. “Please,”

I begged, wanting to feel Jackson’s dick inside me, filling me.