Free Taming Eric by J.a Melville Page B

that was. He’d never spent so much of his time hard but he seemed to be dealing with a hard on more than he wasn’t when he was around h is PA.
    He sat back on his heels, running his hands up Natasha’s legs, before dipping into her wet core, testing to make sure she was ready for him. He pushed three fingers into her and felt her close around him, her pussy needy and hungry fo r him.
    Eric smeared the juices from her over the head of his penis before dropping onto his back alongside of her. “Get on top.”
    He smiled to himself when Natasha leapt up, her eagerness very evident in her body and expression and threw a leg over his hips, then with one hand braced on his chest, she grabbed his straining cock in the other hand, holding the head of it against her soaked pussy and began to circle his penis through her wet folds, brushing him over her clit as she rotated her hips.
    She started panting as she used his cock like a dildo, pleasuring herself. Eric struggled to keep himself under control but watching her was turning him on so much, he was in serious danger of blowing his load before he even got inside her body.
    “Natasha!” He finally ground out, his tone harsher than he would have liked but the truth was, she was killing him slowly taking her pleasure from him, using his body like a toy but he was flesh and blood, not a battery powered sex toy and if she didn’t shove his cock inside her soon, he was going to come, there was no way he’d be able to stop himself. “As much as I enjoy watching you having fun sweetheart, keep that up and you won’t have anything to play with soon.” He warne d her.
    Deciding he needed to get the situation back under his control Eric grabbed his cock, positioning the head against the heat of her and he thrust up hard, burying himself inside her, feeling her muscles close around him in a firm em brace.
    For a while he took control, holding Natasha’s hips firmly so he could push up into her, not stopping until he slammed against her cervix. He felt the moment she took control back off him and settled into a steady rhythm of rising and falling on his cock. Slowly she increased the pace and Eric watched her face through narrow eyes as her pleasure mo unted.
    She moved her hands to his thighs behind her, her head thrown back, breasts pushed forward as she bucked wildly on him, riding him like her fucking life depended on it. He could feel he wasn’t far of blowing his load and he needed her there with him. Reaching between their bodies, he lightly pinched her clit, rubbing it and squeezi ng it.
    Fortunately it didn’t take long before she threw her head back, his name screamed from her lips and he felt her coming, the muscles deep in her pussy, closing around him, fluttering, pressing along the length of his cock. Fuck but she was gorgeous when she orgasmed, so abandoned, noisy, wild, very different from the quiet, controlled PA he worked with.
    When Natasha collapsed on his chest, spent, Eric groaned. Fuck he needed to come so badly and she didn’t seem like she was up to anything more right now as she curled over his chest, her hot breath fanning his chest.
    Still, he lay there, the torture of being buried deep in her hot wet core and not being able to come was killing him but he lay quietly for her sake, congratulating himself silently for being such a fucking saint about i t all.
    Finally she must have realised he was still like a damned steel rod inside her and Natasha wiggled her hips dragging a long moan from him. Fuck this he thought and wrapped an arm around her body, rolling quickly until the tables were turned and she lay beneat h him.
    He pulled back enough to drag her legs onto his shoulders, wedging a pillow under her hips and then started slamming into her, over and over again, rutting like a crazed animal as he desperately sought his own re lease.
    Natasha met every violent smash of his body against hers with an answering thrust and it didn’t take long before