Post by AUGUST WITT on Oct 30, 2012 23:27:17 GMT -5
August watched Maxine close the windows and slide her coffee in the cup holder, his brow raised curiously though he had a feeling he knew what was coming. "You’ve got a deal, Mr. Witt.”
August had ever intention of fighting dirty. He wouldn't intentionally try to seriously hurt her, but his goal was to make her feel pain, to push her to the brink as he'd promised. Maxine was more than willing to get down to business he noticed as she climbed over the console and right into his lap. He immediately felt the hardness grow in his pants, truly adoring the kitten mounted on him. “I have a feeling you’re not going to make this easy, though.” Her grin was met with his own, knowing she had read his mind. "You know me far too well." He teased as she brought her lips hard against his. August slid his hands to her waist, kissing her hard and deep as he tried to contain his own excitement. It wasn't as though he hadn't wanted her in the last month, but he cared enough for her well being to deny her, but no more. If this was what she wanted, well who was he to hold her back? He wanted it too.
His hands slid down to her upper thigh, his fingers digging into the flesh through her jeans and he slowly slid his hands down her thigh, pushing them to between her legs and just missing the apex of them, teasing her as she let out a moan into his mouth. He felt her hair fall around him as he pressed his mouth harder to hers, hungrily having his way with her tongue as his fingers continued to taunt her, sliding dangerously close to their goal and then back again, never giving her the satisfaction of being actually fondled.
Maxine was unstoppable, though. She was deliberately working to strip him of his clothes, and he grew harder with ever button undone on his shirt. He knew in the end he would do anything this woman wanted. She owned him completely and she had no idea. As she finished undoing his shirt, he brought his hands up to her waist once more, finding the button to her jeans and easily undoing them. Slowly he pulled down the zipper before she pulled at his jacket, sliding it off him with ease before his hands went back to working at her waist. His fingers slid to her back just before she pulled away from him, tugging on his bottom lip with her teeth as she went. He felt an aching need deep in his stomach as he watched her tug her sweatshirt off, his eyes briefly finding the bandage on her torso before her lips devoured his once more.
August had ever intention of fighting dirty. He wouldn't intentionally try to seriously hurt her, but his goal was to make her feel pain, to push her to the brink as he'd promised. Maxine was more than willing to get down to business he noticed as she climbed over the console and right into his lap. He immediately felt the hardness grow in his pants, truly adoring the kitten mounted on him. “I have a feeling you’re not going to make this easy, though.” Her grin was met with his own, knowing she had read his mind. "You know me far too well." He teased as she brought her lips hard against his. August slid his hands to her waist, kissing her hard and deep as he tried to contain his own excitement. It wasn't as though he hadn't wanted her in the last month, but he cared enough for her well being to deny her, but no more. If this was what she wanted, well who was he to hold her back? He wanted it too.
His hands slid down to her upper thigh, his fingers digging into the flesh through her jeans and he slowly slid his hands down her thigh, pushing them to between her legs and just missing the apex of them, teasing her as she let out a moan into his mouth. He felt her hair fall around him as he pressed his mouth harder to hers, hungrily having his way with her tongue as his fingers continued to taunt her, sliding dangerously close to their goal and then back again, never giving her the satisfaction of being actually fondled.
Maxine was unstoppable, though. She was deliberately working to strip him of his clothes, and he grew harder with ever button undone on his shirt. He knew in the end he would do anything this woman wanted. She owned him completely and she had no idea. As she finished undoing his shirt, he brought his hands up to her waist once more, finding the button to her jeans and easily undoing them. Slowly he pulled down the zipper before she pulled at his jacket, sliding it off him with ease before his hands went back to working at her waist. His fingers slid to her back just before she pulled away from him, tugging on his bottom lip with her teeth as she went. He felt an aching need deep in his stomach as he watched her tug her sweatshirt off, his eyes briefly finding the bandage on her torso before her lips devoured his once more.
