Wicked Ties Chapter 2 - Sex Stories

Wicked Ties Chapter 2

... happen. We tell them Jesus and Lucifer will be having afternoon tea before you and I work together. Then, we never, ever, see each other again. Understood?” Derek nodded, “Perfectly.” “Exactly.” She breathed out and for a second, her gaze fell down to his lips. She didn’t know who started it, but before she knew what was happening, she was kissing him passionately. She bit on his lower lip, taking out all her frustration on him. Derek placed his hands into her hair, unclipping it from the tight bun, causing it to cascade down her back in loose waves. She moaned as he grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her body closer to his, until they flush against each other. Laura reached for the button on his pants and pulled them down, smirking. Did the man own underwear? She grabbed his thick, hard length, enjoying the hiss he let out. “Do you enjoy all your pity fucks this much?” She asked against his lips. Derek grabbed her by the waist and pulled her skirt up. Before she could even comprehend what was happening, he slid her panties down her legs and brought his right hand to her heated center. She swallowed a moan and closed her eyes. “Still the hypocrite, aren’t you? You love having me move inside you, owning that body in ways no one ever has or probably ever will.” He whispered into her ear. “You’re such an asshole.” She whispered, her eyelids fluttering. “And you just love that, don’t you?” Laura answered by shoving him on the floor, moving to straddle him, despite his ...

... painful groan. “Just because we got drunk one night, doesn’t mean you know anything about me.” He looked at her with feverish eyes, “Likewise. Though at least I can own up to being an asshole, can you admit you’re a hypocrite?” “I’m here, aren’t I?” Laura asked. It was insane. She was insane. There was something about him. Something that made her forget everything else around her. Oh God, she’d never be able to look at the elevator the same way. She kissed him deeply, exploring his mouth with her tongue. Occasionally, she nipped at his lips with her teeth, an act that got him even harder than he already was. Laura felt his hard length brush against her stomach and moved herself upwards, until she was in place. Without asking from permission or needing one, she sank down on to his cock. “Fuck…you’re so tight…” Derek breathed out, grabbing her ass to pull her tighter against him. Laura closed her eyes and started moving on top of him. She couldn’t help her tiny mewls as her walls contracted with each of his powerful thrusts. “Derek…” He started guiding her movements by gripping her hips tightly, leaving tiny bruises on her olive skin. She didn’t mind, too lost in the haze of her own pleasure to feel anything but him pulsating inside of her. Suddenly, he flipped them over causing her head to collide with the carpeted floor of the elevator. She groaned, mostly annoyed with him stopping. He stopped moving inside her and looked at her, “Tell me you want me.” Laura looked at him ...