Jonathan Roy Part 2

“Roy…” Her hand, palm pressed against my face, slides her fingers through my hair, digging her nails into my scalp. She moves her hips freely with every thrust, taking my cock as deep as she can, milking every drop of cum that spills inside her, mixing with her own orgasm.
Straddling my lap like a warrior who has just returned from a glorious battle, her hair a mess and a lazy smile at the corner of her lips, she rests her forehead against mine, breathing heavily. I pull her close, sliding my hands down her back as I shift to the edge of the couch, letting my legs support the weight of her naked body. Her thick, soft thighs press against my sides, rubbing against my leg. A breathy, needy moan escapes her lips, and she bites her lower lip when I push my hips up, just to feel her sensitive pussy. I inhale the scent of her sex, released into the air, filling my skin and the walls of the office with its sweet aroma. Her arms slide around my neck, her fingers intertwining at the nape. She leans her body back in surrender. It’s beautiful the way she gifts me with her trust, knowing I’ll hold her, not letting her fall to the ground. Her submissive gestures are as natural as the air she breathes.
I caress her back, watching a drop of sweat slide down her throat, following the path between her swollen, heaving breasts as she struggles to catch her breath. Her glossy skin is as alive and warm as a blazing fire. A wicked smile spreads across her lips, her eyes closing, dilated with lust.
“God! You’re going to kill me, Jonathan!” she whispers, her voice low, lost in euphoria, trying to catch her breath.
I lower my head, rubbing my face against her heated belly, grazing my teeth across her skin until I reach the side of her breast, nibbling on it, drawing a soft moan from her. Her hot pussy clenches around my cock, still nestled deep inside her. Gim is hot, delicious, and as satisfying as a drop of rain on a scorching day. I want to fuck her until her body can never accept another touch but mine. I find myself craving everything this young, indecent woman has locked inside her. I want to own her completely, both body and soul. I want to bury myself inside her wet body when her need is urgent, begging for my touch. I want her skin marked everywhere with my teeth and my slaps. Fucking Gim is paradise, with heaven and hell reflected in her dark eyes. Her youthful love is like a wild coyote, always wanting more, and I give it to her, just to have her more captive to me.
“I think it’s more likely to happen the other way around, my succubus,” I whisper through gritted teeth, deepening my bite on her breast.
“You’re the insatiable sex demon.” She strokes the back of my neck, stretching her limp body. Yes, I am a damn evil demon, vibrating with lust when she’s in my arms.
I kiss the bite mark that stands out, straightening my body and pulling her back to me as my back settles into the cushion. Her hand pushes back the disarray of her curls, gifting me with her gaze. The curious young woman holds a stare that captivates my being, pulling me out of my comfort zone, and she has no idea of the damage she causes. Gim’s fingers trail down my chest, sliding her hand over my torso. Her nails pause when they reach the hairs on my chest, making me gasp at the caress she gives me. Her eyes lift to meet mine, always inquisitive, wanting to know how far she can go. I relax my body, merely following her movements. Her eyes fix on the marks her nails left on my shoulder, thin streaks of blood standing out.
“I think I got a little carried away.” Her lips press together, biting the side with concern.
Gim surprises me, leaving me still as her face leans closer, kissing my shoulder. The feel of her tongue sliding over the scratch makes me relax as she presses her lips, sucking the drop of blood.
“What are you doing, little Nautilus?” My voice comes out in a mix of sighs and yawns, my head falling back against the couch, slowly adjusting us.
My hands grip her waist, pressing the warm skin, unbothered. Gim makes everything around us feel insignificant, leaving me lost only in the gentle movements of her body against mine.
“I kissed your wound to make it heal…” Her voice is as mischievous as her feline tongue that glides over my skin. I open my hand, giving her a light slap, pulling a carefree laugh from her.
In this room, it feels like nothing is as important as it used to be: the papers on the desk, waiting for my signature; the emails that have been pushed to the back burner, no rush to respond, all discarded the moment I dragged her to the office when I found her in the hallway, lost in her thoughts with her headphones on. Her curious fingers return to the hair on my chest, twirling them around, while her other hand rests on her legs.

"Every time I see you, oh, I try to hide away. But, when we meet, it seems I can't let go..." I hear her soft voice, humming quietly, almost inaudibly.
"What are you singing?" I ask, pulling her waist closer with my hand, feeling her pelvis press against my stomach. I breathe slowly, savoring the pleasure of my cock being cradled inside her pussy, feeling it tighten as I bring her even closer to me.
“*Fading Like a Flower.* I was listening to that song when you whisked me away like a lamb, bringing me into your office.” I smile, incredibly happy that I did. If we weren’t so close to Aunt Charlote’s room, there’s a good chance I would’ve had her pinned against that wall. “I grew up with my dad listening to these old songs, and I ended up liking them too. Have you ever heard of Roxette?”
“I’m old, but not that old, little Nautilus.” She pinches my chest hair, and without thinking, my hand lands a harder slap on her ass.
“You’re a dirty old man.” She hides her face in my shoulder, rubbing her cheeks against my skin, kissing my chin as she turns her face up.
My skin responds to her touch, just as my mouth molds to hers, always making me crave more of the dangerous kisses she gives me. I feel the warm air from her breath as she softly exhales. Her playful fingers on my chest rise to touch my throat, making my body tense when her fingertip brushes against the scar. Gim is startled, pulling away from me, her eyes fixed on my hand gripping her wrist tightly, squeezing it in my fingers. Her rapid breathing causes her breasts to move frantically with each breath. Her gaze falls on the scar, her fingernail tracing the line. The fear in her eyes speaks what her trembling lips can’t put into words.
“What else did Baby tell you?” She tries to pull away from my grip, but I tighten my hold, locking her waist with my other arm and drawing her closer.
I lean away from the couch, bringing my face just inches from hers, not missing a single flicker of her dark eyes. Gim keeps her frightened gaze fixed on the scar, causing a low, angry growl to escape me when she closes her eyes, hiding them from me. I release her wrist only to grab a fistful of her hair, pulling hard to make her open her eyes to me. Her irregular breathing becomes panicked, and she squeezes her eyes shut as tightly as she can, triggering a surge of fury in me for distancing herself this way. My cock might be buried deep inside her, but when she pulls her eyes away from mine, it’s as if I’m incomplete. The blood rushes faster through my veins, and I need to know what else that damn big mouth of Baby’s told her!