Breathe - Sex Stories

Breathe

... one of his lucrative deals, “You can go if you want. That’s fine. But ask yourself, why did you come here today?” A brusque confidence and command in his voice halted Jenna as she looked towards the door. Tyrone nodded. He got her to stop. That was all he needed. “I think you know.” Yes, she did. Jenna closed her eyes. She swiped through her clouded mind. She came here today to meet with this man, this brutish and devilish man who brandished his demands and desires as openly and assuredly as his thousand dollar ties. There was never any question about his intentions. “Why did you come here today, Jenna?” Tyrone kept his eyes trained on her back, watching her shoulders rise and fall as she breathed. Eventually, her arms fell to her sides and her bag and shoes dropped to the floor. Grinning momentarily, he tightened his lips and firmed his jaw. “Turn around, Jenna,” he said. Slowly, she pivoted in a tight circle, her space. She raised her eyes to him, putting on a placid face to cover the crackle of nervous anticipation searing within. As he approached her slowly, she continued to search for calm in her turbulent mind and gut. Tyrone cocked his brow and nodded. “Full disclosure,” he said, “I don’t do tender and slow. I always demand as much as you can give and more. You know how determined I can be, how disciplined I am in getting what I want, but I’m also not a patient man... and I don’t do things gently.” Jenna drew her lips back. She swallowed quietly as she braced ...

... herself. “I’m not here to take care of you. You have to do that yourself. All in or nothing.” Tyrone stood before her, over her, invading her space. He peered down at her and said, “If you’re not prepared to do that, I suggest you leave.” She raised her head and settled her daisy-petal shaped eyes upon his. He was as daunting and imposing a presence as any person ever was. She gave him her answer with her unmoving gaze: she wasn’t going anywhere. Tyrone nodded once. A blink of her lashes was all the signal he required. His hands flashed towards her, seizing her face. He pulled her up and smothered her soft lips with a hard, forceful kiss. Jenna stumbled forward against him, bracing herself against his solid body. As she gasped, his tongue quickly breached past her lips. The force of his desire sent a shiver through her. Like a trail of gunpowder it ignited her senses. She smelled his cologne, tasted the flavour of his tongue, and heard the hungry grunts and hums of satisfaction swell up his throat as he took her with his mouth. Overwhelmed, she was immediately in catch-up mode. Tyrone’s hand quickly moved from her face, to her back, then down to her round butt. He dug his fingers in, scratching with ferocity, streaking lines along her pliant yoga pants. He gave her rounds a stiff slap, massaged them, then spanked them again. Jenna’s brows flinched each time his wide palms smacked her, but she didn’t cry out. When he pulled his lips away from hers and licked the side of her neck and ...