Tempted heart - karl coldron (best books to read for knowledge txt) 📗

threw it on the floor and pressed his chest against her back. Lucy was always so cool to him, always so polite and distant with a sense of control to her that he admired. Now, watching her face flush with desire and feeling her ass grind against him, he was determined to break that control. He wanted to see her naked, wanted to hear her moaning his name as he made her come repeatedly.
She was wearing a white demi-bra. The tops of her breasts overflowed the short cups and he groaned at the sight of her pale, luscious flesh. He had intended to tease her for a few moments, to touch her through her bra until she was begging him to take it off of her, but he couldn’t wait. He released the clasp of her bra with a practiced flick and raked the straps down her arms.
“Jason, wait!” She brought her arms up, keeping the cups of her bra on her breasts. “There’ll be cameras. What if someone’s watching us?”
“Power failure, remember?” He tugged her arms away from her breasts. “No one’s watching. And if they are, who cares? Who wouldn’t want to watch a beautiful woman being fucked until she comes so hard, she screams?”
She swallowed hard. “I’m not going to fuck you, Jason.”

“Why not?”
He was genuinely curious, and she tilted her head to look at him. “Because you’re my boss, remember? What if the other employees found out?”
“I won’t tell them if you won’t.” He dropped his mouth to hers again. His tongue pushed at her closed lips and, with a helpless moan, she opened them. He coaxed her tongue into his mouth and then sucked on it as he pulled her bra free. He added it to the growing pile of clothes on the elevator floor.
He released her mouth and drew in a short, harsh breath. “Oh my God.”
Her breasts were more glorious then he could have ever imagined. They were round and full and despite their large size, deliciously perky. Her nipples were rose coloured and hard as pearls.
With slightly trembling hands, he cupped them and rolled her nipples between his fingers and thumbs. He pulled and tugged on them until the rose colour had deepened and she was gasping and pushing her ass mindlessly against his cock.
His cock was swelling in his pants and his balls tightening until he wasn’t entirely sure he could stop from coming in his pants. He had fantasized for months about seeing Lucy naked and pleading for his touch, but actually seeing her like this was turning him on in ways he couldn’t explain. He pinched her nipples to see her reaction and growled with satisfaction when it made her moan even louder and arch her back. Her nipples were practically begging for his mouth, and he whirled her around and bent down before sucking the left one into his mouth.
* * *
Lucy forgot to breathe when Jason sucked her left nipple into his mouth. He flicked the sensitive bud with the tip of his tongue before suckling hard on it. She drew in a great, whooping breath of air and curled her fingers into his thick hair, urging his mouth to her right breast. He let her guide his mouth and sucked and nipped at her right nipple until she was gasping and crying out.
“Your breasts are incredible.” He kissed her on the mouth again and she reached for his shirt buttons, suddenly anxious to see his naked chest. His shirt was soaked with sweat and he helped her peel it off.
She took another deep, shuddering breath. She knew he was in good shape. Even in his expensive suits it was easy to tell that he was a man who worked out, but she hadn’t imagined the six-pack she was now seeing. Unlike the guys at her gym who waxed and shaved their chests smooth, his chest and abdomen were deeply tanned and covered in a layer of dark hair.
She reached out and traced his abs with the tip of her finger, enjoying the sharp inhale he made at her touch.
“How are you so damn tanned?” She muttered.
He grinned at her. “Beach volleyball.”
She let her fingers slide up his chest, circling her finger around one flat nipple and giving her own smile of satisfaction when he jerked against her. He pulled her forward until her breasts were brushing against his chest and reached around to squeeze her ample ass through her skirt.
She wiggled her hand between their bodies and boldly slipped it into his pants. He tensed against her as she pushed her fingers under the waistband of his briefs and wrapped her fingers around his large cock.
“Fuck,” he moaned as she moved her hand with long, firm strokes. He threw his head back, his hands squeezing her ass so tightly she was positive she would have bruises on it in the morning

He grabbed the zipper at the back of her skirt and yanked it down. Before she could stop him, he was tugging her skirt down. It pooled around her ankles and he stared at her body. She was wearing a plain white thong and, feeling shy, she pulled her hand free of his pants and reached for her skirt.
He shook his head immediately and pinned her hands down at her sides. “No, don’t do that.” He drank in the sight of her pale flesh, his eyes traveling over her breasts, the curve of her stomach and her long bare legs.
He kissed her again, their tongues tangling together as he shoved his leg between hers, forcing her thighs apart so that he could slip his hand between them. He cupped her pussy, feeling her heat and wetness through the thin material of her panties. She immediately moaned and trembled.
He pushed his hand into her panties, slid his fingers past her soft curls and thrust two of them deep inside of her. She was slick and unbelievably wet. She tore her mouth from his, crying out when he slid his fingers in and out of her. Her knees were beginning to shake, and she could feel the pleasure building in the pit of her stomach. Her pelvis throbbed and ached with need and she arched her back as the release she was looking for drew closer.
“Oh please,” she moaned when he abruptly stopped moving his fingers.
“Please what, pretty little Lucy?” He whispered in her ear.
She shuddered when he called her Lucy for the first time, liking the sound of her name on his tongue.
“Please what?” He repeated.
“Please, Jason. Make me come,” she begged.
She clung to him, her breasts flattening against his chest and her hard nipples poking into him. When he pushed at her leg with his, she spread her thighs wide and reached between them, grabbing at his hand and trying to make him move it against her. He refused and Lucy caught a glimpse of his look of satisfaction.
She blushed furiously. His mouth and fingers had made her so hot, so ready to come, that she couldn’t think straight. Just the touch of his rough fingers against her pussy was sending shockwaves of pleasure down her legs, and she was dangerously close to coming.
It was happening exactly like she had feared it would. He was making her lose the control she was always so proud of, and she could feel the embarrassment creeping in past her fog of lust. She had never begged a man to make her come before. They begged her and that was the way it was supposed to be.
She closed her eyes and began to count backwards from one hundred, forcing herself to come back from the brink. She didn’t want to lose control, she told herself stubbornly. She hated losing control. Her body vehemently disagreed with her, but she ignored it fiercely.
She tried to slip her hand into his pants again, she would have him begging to come if it was the last thing she did, but he shook his head and grabbed both her wrists in one strong hand. He pinned them above her head once more.
“Let me go.” She yanked fruitlessly at his hard grip.
He grinned. “Really? A minute ago, you were begging me to make you come and now you want me to let you go?”
She flushed again. She was angry now and she had forgotten that he still had two fingers deep inside of her.
“I’ve changed my mind,” she lied tartly.
“That’s too bad,” he said. “I haven’t even had the chance to touch your clit yet.”

He parted the wet lips of her pussy with his thumb and found her hard and swollen clit. He pressed on it with the pad of his thumb, and she bit back the moan of pleasure that was trying to escape.
He withdrew his fingers but continued to rub and circle her clit. He bent his head and took one of her nipples into his mouth again. He sucked gently, then firmly, then gently again as she moaned and arched her back and rocked her pelvis against his hand.
The overwhelming need was back. It raged like a hot fire inside of her, and she was helpless to stop the small moans and whimpers from escaping her lips. Still holding her hands captive above her head, he moved his mouth to her ear.
He traced the curve of it with his tongue before whispering, “Do you still want to come, pretty little Lucy?”
“Yes,” she moaned immediately.
He stopped moving his thumb against her swollen clit. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, please!” She gasped out. “Please, I want to come.” She moved her pelvis frantically against him.
He chuckled with satisfaction, a low, warm sound that should have made her angry but instead sent another wave of pleasure through her lower body.
Lucy couldn’t breathe. She was standing on the edge, every nerve on fire and every muscle taut with expectation. She had lost control completely, was at the mercy of his touch, and she loved it. She knew in that moment that whatever he asked her to do she would do without hesitating. Even as her mind rebelled at the foreign thought, her body was basking in it.
He kissed her and moved his fingers against her clit. She came immediately, screaming her pleasure into his mouth as her body shook violently against his. She leaned against the wall of the elevator with her legs trembling. He was still cupping her pussy and he caressed her heated skin once more before slipping his fingers free. She watched as he put his index finger into his mouth and sucked it clean of her juices.
“You taste so sweet, little Lucy,” he whispered. She was surprised to feel another bolt of heat run down her legs.
His fingers gripped the waistband of her panties. He tugged them down her legs, kneeling at her feet and helping her to step out of them. She kicked her shoes off and frowned a little when, instead of dropping her panties on the floor with the rest of her clothes, he stuffed them into his pants pocket.
“I want those back.”
“Of course.” He reached for his belt buckle. “But first, I’m going to fuck you.”
She swallowed hard as he undid his belt and the button on his pants before reaching into his back pocket. He pulled a condom from his wallet. Quickly he unzipped his pants but didn’t bother taking off his pants and underwear. He simply pulled his cock free, glancing up at her sharp inhale.
* * *
Lucy was staring at his large cock with a hungry look on her face. For a moment, Jason was tempted to push her to her knees and make her suck his cock. He ignored his urge. If she surrounded him with her wet, hot mouth, he’d lose control. He was already close to coming and he wanted to be inside of her when that happened. He wanted to know how tight her pussy was and feel her inner muscles grip his cock. He ripped open the condom package and smoothed on the