“Do you need it harder, chére?” he asked, squeezing her breasts with his hand. “Do I need to spank that little clit of yours?”
His words were having the same effect on her that his fingers were. It was like she was having all of her favorite things happen at once. Just when she didn’t think she could handle anything more, Marcus licked down her neck and bit her on her nape, triggering an orgasm like she had never experienced.
“Ah ... ah ... merde ...” she groaned as she came against his hand. It was a good thing Marcus was there to catch her, because her knees buckled. Lola had never come so hard without actually having sex in her life.
“That’s it, chére,” he said, licking her tender nape. “Let go.”
Lola’s breathing was shallow as she tried to get herself together. For once, Marcus actually behaved himself and didn’t say anything until she stood back up. Which was good for her because she needed the time to get her shields back in place, but it was hard to think of a snappy comeback when all you wanted to do was curl up in a ball and sleep.
“You okay?” Marcus slid his hand out of her pants and let her go.
Lola nodded her head, still afraid to speak but knowing she had to. If she stayed silent, Marcus would know he had gotten to her, and that was the last thing she wanted. “We ... we should go back,” she muttered, buttoning her pants.
“Okay,” he replied.
It was unlike Marcus to just agree to anything. Lola knew she would regret it, but she had to ask, “Is that all you have to say?”
“I’m too busy to say much.”
“What, too busy gloating?”
“No, too busy enjoying the way you taste.”
Lola was finally glad her back was toward him, because there was no way in hell she could live with herself if Marcus knew he had made her blush.
Chapter Three
The damn woman was avoiding him. She was doing everything in her power to put them back into the friends/enemy category, but this time he wasn’t going to let her. He had made that mistake before, and he wasn’t going to do it again, especially after what he’d learned about her last night.
Lola, his Lola, liked it a little rough. The shock of his discovery was weighing heavily on his mind and in his pants. Just the thought of not having to be gentle with her was enough to get his cock rock hard. For once, he knew he could do anything and everything he had dreamed of with her, and not only would she like it, she would beg for more. Lola begging was what wet dreams were made of.
And if it was up to her, all it would ever be was dreams; she was hell-bent on ignoring him. She wouldn’t speak to him on the short ride back to the fair. And to make matters worse, she hadn’t even looked at him in the deli this morning, just muttered something and disappeared to the back office. If the deli hadn’t been so full, he would have followed her back to her office and paddled her little fanny for ignoring him. Instead, he’d come to work and tried to contemplate the best way to get her alone.
But for the life of him, Marcus couldn’t think of a single thing to do. So he did what any smart man would do -- he called her mother and had Julia come up with a plan. Sure, it was sneaky and underhanded, but desperate moments called for desperate measures, and he wasn’t wasting one more minute, because he refused to spend another night without her.
His office door swung open, startling him out of his contemplation. Lola stood in his doorway, a brown bag bearing the logo of the deli in one hand and a plastic fork pointed directly at him with the other. She looked reared up and ready to rumble, just the way he liked her.
“Can you tell me why in the hell I had to walk down the street to deliver your lunch when you can stroll your happy hips down there yourself?” Lola demanded. Her dark hazel eyes were shooting daggers at him, and Marcus would be damned if he didn’t get aroused just looking at her.
There was something about Lola when she got her dander up that made him want to kiss the scowl off her juicy lips. She was just so cute. Marcus was willing to bet she was as fierce in the bedroom as she was out of it.
Standing up, he walked past her and shut his office door, cutting the loud noise of the outer offices out. Locking the door, he pulled down the shade, preventing their meeting from being seen by prying eyes. Lola had placed the meal on his desk and was now facing him with her arms crossed over her bountiful breasts.
God, she was a lush mouthful. Marcus knew she was self-conscious about her weight, but he honestly thought she was beautiful. And it wasn’t as if he was one to lust after larger women; Lola aside, he had never given a full-figured woman a second look. It was just lovely Lola in all of her pigheaded beauty that made his mouth water and his cock stand at attention every time he saw her.
Today was a prime example of her appeal. She wasn’t dressed to impress. She was wearing a long, unattractive blue-jean skirt, and an oversized tawny-colored shirt, yet to him she still looked beautiful. And when it came to her clothes, Marcus was stuck between a rock and a hard place. On one hand, he hated the way she covered her body as if she was ashamed of her size, but on the other, he didn’t want other men looking at her, so the oversized clothes were good.
“Why did you do that?” she inquired, irritated.
“Because we need to talk.”
“About?”
As if she didn’t know. “Last night, for starters.”
Blushing, Lola moved away from the desk. “Can we not talk about that now?”
“Why?” he asked, walking to her. “Embarrassed, chére?”
“I’m not embarrassed,” she denied, meeting his eyes straight on. “Baffled, but not embarrassed.”
Marcus chuckled lightly as he picked her up and sat her on the edge of his desk. Leaving his hands on her waist, he slowly pulled up her shirt, sliding his hands against her smooth sides. “Why are you baffled?”
“This doesn’t make any sense.” Lola tugged on his shirt, pulling him closer to her. “You drive me crazy. I want to strangle you half the time”
“And the other half of the time?” he whispered, brushing his lips against hers.
“I want to run my tongue over your entire body.”
Marcus was startled by her change of heart, but wasn’t going to let this opportunity slip him by. He had wanted her too damn long to ask questions now. Moving in, Marcus covered her mouth with his, swiping his tongue through her opened lips, lapping against her tongue. Lola tasted as good today as she had last night. The faint hint of cocoa lingered on her tongue, making her kiss sweeter than before. They drank from each other, their tongues intertwined and dancing.
“I think something can be arranged,” he said, cupping her breasts under her shirt. Caressing the full mounds, Marcus hardened at the feel of her nipples through her lace bra. Lace and breasts, two things that were just made for each other, he thought as he squeezed her puckered tips.
“You drive me wild.” He picked her up and pushed her skirt up so she could wrap her legs around his waist.
He quickly unbuckled his belt, pulled it out of its loops, and slipped his arms around her waist. Before Lola had an inkling of what he was doing, he tugged her wrists together and looped his belt around them, pulling it tightly as he fastened her wrists together.
“What are you doing?” she gasped, giving her wrists a tug.
Marcus responding by pulling her shirt over head and pushing it down until it hung around her elbows, further immobilizing her. “Anything I want, chére. Isn’t it fun?”
“If you hurt ...”
Placing his finger across her lips, Marcus made a tsk tsk sound. “It isn’t about pain. It’s about setting you free by removing your control. If you want me to stop, use the password.”
“What’s that? Marcus, this is insane!” Despite all of her bluster, Marcus noticed that Lola didn’t say no or stop once. In fact, her nipples were harder than before, and her breathing had increased.
“No, chére. Say Viola.”
“I’ll never say that,” she growled.
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Marcus winked as he reached out and cupped her breasts. “That’s what I was hoping you’d say.”
Pulling his chair forward, Marcus sat down and looked up at her hungrily. She looked so fucking sexy, bound and plump for his pleasure. This wasn’t the way he had imagined their first time. He hadn’t envisioned a quickie in his crowded cubbyhole of an office, but he wanted her too badly to wait for a bed.
One good thing about having her in his office was that all day he’d have the memory of Lola riding him. Sliding his hand up under her skirt, he felt along her smooth legs to her soft, plump thighs, scooting her skirt farther up in the process.
“I know this isn’t the most romantic place --” Marcus pushed her underwear to the side, and plunged his fingers into her wet core. “-- but I’ve got to have you. I’ll make it up to you later, baby.” Lola let out a lusty groan as Marcus fucked her with his fingers, scissoring them apart, trying to widen her entrance. She was so fucking tight, barely accommodating his fingers as he plunged them into her moist center.
Moaning, Lola gyrated her hips forward, pushing herself against his wet fingers. The sweet aroma drifting up from between her spread legs had his mouth watering and made his cock hard enough to split wood. All thoughts of being gentle and slow with her flew out of his head, right along with his common sense.
Slipping his fingers out of her wet body, Marcus said a little prayer and took out his wallet, hoping against hope he still had a condom in there. Looking in, he wanted to shout for joy. One ribbed-for-her-pleasure Trojan condom looked up at him from between his bankcard and his gym membership. Life was good. He was sure he was going to have to say a couple of Hail Marys for praying for a condom, but he would fuck now and worry about his soul later.
Sheathing his cock, Marcus grabbed the edges of her cream-colored underwear and yanked them off her body, accidentally ripping them in the process. Stepping back a bit, he feasted his eyes on the first sight he’d ever had of her silky center. It was beautiful. Her lips were dark, full, and pouty, and she had the lightest brown hair covering her mound. Reaching out, he touched the trimmed, downy fuzz, brushing the soft hair with his knuckles.
“Marcus ...” Lola groaned, looking down at the floor at her ruined panties.
“Sorry, baby. I’ll buy you a new pair.” He was willing to do anything to get inside of her. He’d been waiting for this moment for what felt like decades, and he didn’t want to slow down and be gentle. Lucky for him, his Lola was partial to a little pain, just the way he liked.
Instead of protesting like he thought she might, Lola slowly raised one hip then the other so he could move her skirt out of the way completely. Marcus wanted to dive in and eat her whole, but the first time that he truly tasted her sweet nectar, he wanted it to be in a bed where he could enjoy her completely.
Stepping between her legs, he placed his hands at the juncture of her thighs and began to stroke her engorged clit with his fingers. His fingers danced around, teasing her in the same manner he had the night before. It was like his hands remembered where they had been and picked up quickly where they had left off.
“No, Marcus,” Lola moaned, trying to close her spread legs. “I don’t want to come without you in me this time.”
Hell, that sounded like a plan to him. He picked her up by her hips and stepped back, seating himself in his chair. Pulling her down onto his waiting lap, he spread her legs around him until she was straddling him.
Taking his cock in his hand, he rubbed the head against her clit before centering it on her moist opening. Pushing in the head, he groaned deep in his throat as he felt her begin to surround him. Looking up from where their bodies were semi-joined, he looked into Lola’s passion-filled eyes and knew that he would remember this moment forever.
“Vi,” he whispered as he pressed his body forward.
Marcus heard her breath catch as he pushed into her for the first time. Her body engulfed his cock, stretching to accommodate his thick member. His cock felt as if it had been cloaked by a silk-covered fist that was milking him for all that he was worth. Placing his hands on her hips, he raised her up and pulled her down firmly, thrusting his cock into her.
“Fuck!” He growled as her heat sucked him in deep, wrapping his cock in her fiery box.
Lola let out a deep moan, arching her back as he held tightly to her legs. Marcus paused, letting her adjust to him, before he raised her up and brought her back down onto his cock. Leaning forward, he bit gently through her bra, tugging on her erect nipple with his teeth.
It was enough to get her moving. Lola slid down fully, gently rocking back and forth on his cock as Marcus leaned back in his chair, moving his hips to her steady rhythm. Moving a hand up, he squeezed her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, plucking her like a guitar to the music she was making with her sweet lips. Her moans were stifled so as not to attract any attention to what they were doing, but Marcus was willing to bet that under the right circumstances Lola would be a howler. It just fit her personality, much like her pussy fit him -- like it was custom-made for his cock.
“God, baby, you feel so good.” Marcus pushed up inside her, moaning as her body contracted around him. “Sss ... baby, don’t ...” Marcus didn’t want this to end before it really got started, but she just felt so fucking good.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Lola chanted low and under her breath. “More, more, Marcus, please.”
“Take me,” he urged, pulling her down onto him and hefting her back up. “Give me that sweet, hot box of yours.”
“Yes ... yes ... fuck me,” she begged, trying to take more of him inside her. With her hands bound, Lola was unable to control the pace. “Harder ... faster ... plleeassee ...”
Lola’s wish was Marcus’s command. He gripped her as hard as he could and plunged her down onto him. Their pace began to quicken, allowing for a faster rhythm and a smoother ride as her body adjusted to his thick thrust. Lola was going up further, and plunging down harder onto him, taking his entire length inside her now. Marcus was too caught up in the way she felt around him to notice the view. It was like she was swallowing him whole, and he loved every second of it.
“Mar ... Marcus ... Ma ...” Lola plunged down on him, chanting his name with every thrust. “Fuck me. Fuck me.”
Looking over her shoulder at the closed door, Marcus moved his hand up and tried to cover her mouth, but Lola bit his hand and held onto it as she worked her way to orgasm. Marcus gasped from the pain but let her continue to bite him, because it stifled her cries. Cries he didn’t want to share with anyone else.
Lola’s breathing became ragged and her rhythm faltered, her moans a low and husky cry, as she began to lose control. She released his hand from her mouth, and Marcus grabbed onto her hips to keep the rhythm while she rode him. With her head thrown back, her delicate neck was exposed as she tossed her head from side to side in orgasmic rapture, and she convulsed as she came, her orgasm crashing through her like thunder in a storm-filled sky.
Bearing down on him, Lola ground against his prick as Marcus held on to her hips. As she came, her pussy began to contract around him, barely allowing him room to move. The tight sensation and muttered moans sent Marcus over the edge. He pulled her down hard on him and pushed up with all of his might, coming inside her hot, pulsing body.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he muttered, his face buried against her lace-covered breasts. “Fuck!”
Gradually her breathing changed, evening out to a smooth, steady rhythm. After a few minutes, Lola sat up, and Marcus pulled away from her, dropping his head back onto his chair. He was exhausted. Lola had literally milked him dry. Looking up into her face, Marcus was surprised to see a side to Lola he thought to never see, a softer side.
Lola had a lazy look on her face. Her hazel eyes had a soft glaze, and a small smile spread across her dry lips. “I have to deliver you lunch every day.”
Chapter Four
There were so many reasons why this was wrong, but at the present time, Lo
la couldn’t give a flying fuck about any of them. She was exhausted, sore, and her head was spinning from lack of oxygen. As far as she was concerned, everything was right in her world.
Marcus, on the other hand, looked as if he had been run over by a semi truck. His clothes were ruffled and askew, and he was still breathing heavily, but the best part was the look of wonderment on his face. It was nice to see Marcus the Mighty frazzled. That truly had not been her intent when she had come there, but it was one hell of a tip for delivering his lunch.
Shaken, Lola didn’t know what to say, or what to think of what had just happened. She’d had every intention of coming there and giving him a piece of her mind, but a dam of emotions and desires had burst from her the second he brushed his lips against her. Everything she had ever felt for him -- anger and passion -- converged into one.
Marcus slid his hands under her shirt and released her wrists from their confinement. Wincing a bit, she pulled her shirt back over her head and rotated her wrists back and forth, trying to get the tingling to diminish.
She placed her hand on the headrest of his chair and eased up, dislodging his penis from her aching vagina, and stood up on shaky legs. To say that it had been the best sex she’d ever had would be the understatement of the year, and if this was Marcus’s idea of a quickie, Lola didn’t think she could survive the real deal.
She was still in shock that he had bound her wrists, but what was more amazing to her was that she’d let him, and that she liked it. It was exhilarating to give up control to him; knowing that he alone was in charge of all of her sexual pleasure had freed her in a way that was completely indescribable. She had never come so hard in her entire life.
She’d always thought that something was wrong with her for liking things a bit rougher, and she would have died a thousand painful deaths before sharing that with anyone, especially Marcus. She had imagined him laughing at her or teasing her. Never would she have thought that Marcus would tap inside her mind and bring forth the part of herself that she tried to hide. The binding, the hard pounding sex was more then she had thought to get from a lover, and more than she had ever dreamt of getting from Marcus.
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