The Charade by Evelyn Rosado

“I can’t trust you,” I said, breathless.
    “Why would I start lying? I’ve hidden nothing from you.”
    “Except your marriage.”
    “Because it doesn’t matter.”
    “Then why was she there?”
    “She’s dating my CFO.” He chuckled.
    “Your life is too much.”
    “You are too much. And I can’t get enough.” He stirred closer. The heat between us could’ve burst into flames. Our mouths met again. Then our tongues. They swirled lightly against our jaws and our teeth. His hands groped my back, forcing me against his taut body. I seized his face and melted my lips deeper onto his. Soft moans exited my lungs.
    This was stupid of me. Reckless.
    I groaned louder as his hands enveloped my breasts. His fingers grazed my nipples jolting pleasure throughout my bones. Victor backed me into the door. Thud. My body, helpless to his whim. His lips traced my cheek to my ear and down to my neck. I arched my back, letting him take hold of me.
    “I can’t go a day without your skin against mine,” he said. “I need that pretty pussy to throb against my cock. I ache for it. Daily.”
    No guy ever talked to me like that. It was vulgar, grating, and so overwhelmingly hot and adding to him pinching my nipples repeatedly, it wouldn’t take much for my slit to erupt in waves of pleasure.
    His hand slithered under my skirt and plucked my soaked panties down to my ankles. His fingers teased my smooth, womanly folds. My body struck against the door. His face plugged with carnal delight. “Look at this.” He lifted his fingers to his face. They were canvassed with wetness. “My fingers are saturated.” His eyes hooded and then he inhaled deeply. “Look at how bad you want me.” I had no response for him. My body did all the talking.
    Victor caressed his tongue up and down my neck and then slid two fingers inside of me. I cried out from the jolt of his forcefulness. I arched my back as he planted me firmly against the door. I breathed uncontrollably, an orgasm was sure to be near. “Natasha, I love how your cunt tightens around my fingers,” he whispered. “Just wait until my cock is in side you.” Three fingers curled into me. I wasn’t sure if I could take another. He stroked in to my snatch furiously.
    “Victor.” His name escaped my dry mouth with a whimper. I spread my legs out further and his fingers plummeted deeper into me, stretching out my walls to the maximum. He grabbed my skirt and lifted it to my waist. I knew what was next. I craved it. I pumped down on his fingers to match his rhythm. The slippery sound resonated through his office. I didn’t care who heard it.
    He took hold of my thigh and buried it up against the door making a loud thud. My hands were next. He grasped them with his right hand and pinned them against the door above my head. I was helpless beneath him. He placed his tongue in my mouth and continued thrashing my pussy with his hand – each pump brining me closer to orgasm. I toppled under him, my eyes tightened shut and lips quivered.
    I couldn’t hold back anymore. “You’re going to come aren’t you?” he asked. My reply was inaudible, just a murmur, but he understood it because he giggled devilishly. I reached the brink of my orgasm and violently contracted around his rigid fingers. I cried out his name at the top of my lungs. My arms drooped around his neck.
    The sound of the condom wrapper ripping open made me open my eyes, awakening from my spell of pleasure. He wasn’t done with me. My heart beat to a rapid pace, almost thundering out of my chest. “I fucking want you right now,” I said. My voice was ragged and unrestrained. How it sounded frightened me; I never heard my voice that way. Victor stepped back a tad and tilted his head down. His mouth parted and he stuck his tongue between his top lip and front teeth. He was ready.
    “Ask and you shall receive.” His taut body melted onto mine and I bucked as he plundered his staff into my welcoming garden. He grunted.