Free Seeking Nirvana by V. L. Brock

matter how hard I tried. Leaning forward, I grasped the arms of his seat and wheeled him between my legs. “Liam, how is having sex with me taking advantage, when I am begging for you to just ravage me. If I couldn’t remember what we had, and you told me about it, then expected that of me, then that would be taking advantage of the situation. Please.” Raising my legs, I set them on the arms of the chair, giving him an unobstructed view of what I needed him to claim, what I hoped would have been the catalyst to regain my three years. “I need this.”
    Th e feral growl that left him as he shunted himself out of the leather had me quivering alone. Forceful hands promptly fisted into my hair as he slanted his mouth over me, and dipped his tongue into my opening. He held my head firmly, taking what he wanted from me as I freely gave, with approving groans traveling along frenzied pants.
    Yes, this is what I remember. Unable to contain my excitement and arousal as he finally succumbed to what I had been aching for, I sunk my fingers in the gaps between the buttons of his shirt, and pulled it open with all my might, the buttons tinkling as they scattered over the wooden flooring.
    He was standing between my thighs, his body towering over me as I locked my lengthy legs around his hips, and shimmied to the edge of the desk as I sought contact with my objective. Fingers loosened and left my hair. I felt my nipples tightened, and welcomed my body’s incessant squirming as skillful hands which I remembered, began to work south, caressing my neck and throat, until, like the savage I knew was inside him, he ripped my robe open, and gazed down at me as his lips fell away from my own.
    My hands were w ild, frantic as I traveled over his warm, hard body, his chest hair tickling my palm as I traced over his Chinese symbol, while the spikes of the spider’s web on the left of his neck pulsated. It was like reacquainting myself with an old toy, every little area seemed so new, so thrilling.
    Pants unzipped, I lowered them over his hips and cupped his weighty balls, before slithering my hand up his growing length as he molded my tits in his hands. He tweaked my nipple with such force I felt it in the pulsation of my clit, and I had no choice but to cry out with both pleasure, and pain.
    “Oh, God, Liam,” I rasped, my hips bucking as he bored his fingers inside me. He opened the top draw er of the desk, and handed me the foil packet before slamming it shut. The vibrations of the desk stroked at my core and journeyed through my shameless body, while he circled his fingers, sweeping the source of my lust with his occupied hand.
    Ripping the packet, I smoothed the rubber down his steel length. His fingers left the warm, doused surroundings of my pussy, and without warning, he slammed his cock inside, burying himself to the root. I groaned at the invasion, tipping my head back as he masked his face in the curve of my neck. My hips were held with potent hands as he rammed himself into my body and jerked his hips back methodically.
    Grinding and grunting against my flesh, he kept his head concealed as I circled my arm around his neck. You didn’t have to be a sex expert to know that he was holding back. His thrusts weren’t as powerful as I needed and wanted them to be. He dragged his hips back and impaled me again, still the vigor I needed, the techniques he used to use on me, weren’t there.
    Panting, I pleaded for him to do me harder, faster, rougher, just like I remembered. But my pleas went unanswered and two thrusts later, Liam stilled, his body shuddering. Sniffling, he pulled out of me, and drew himself from the curve of my neck. He didn’t once look at me, and I couldn’t help but sit on his desk, legs spread and mouth agape, as for the first time I can remember, he left me totally unsatisfied.
    Confounded, I watched on as h e slipped off the condom, knotted it up, and tossed it in the waste basket before folding himself back