His Fantasy Girl (Things To Do Before You Die)

By: Nina Croft

He moved slowly, as though not quite sure of her, despite his words, as though she might run. And she thought about it, really she did, but she wasn’t confident her legs would carry her. She gripped the back of the sofa to steady herself.

She didn’t want this. Did she?

Maybe just once.

But sex would complicate matters.

Jennifer. Think of Jennifer.

She swallowed but didn’t move as he came up behind her.

“This was one of my earlier fantasies.” He leaned in close, whispering the words in her ear, sending frissons shivering across her skin. “So, you’re the governor’s secretary.”

“I am?”

“A cliché I know, but I didn’t have a lot to work with. Apparently, when you found out I was in prison, you were inconsolable—”

“I was?”

He kissed the side of her neck, and prickles ran down her spine. “Devastated. So you got a job at the prison to be close to me. Anyway, the governor has been called away, and we’re alone at last. You want me…” His arm slid around her waist, one hand splaying across her belly, and he pulled her back against the heat of his body. Oh God. He was already rock hard, and his erection pushed against her ass, and her insides turned hot and molten. He was so big, and heat flooded her core, soaking her panties. “And, baby, you can have me, but we have to be quick, because he might come back at any moment.” His tongue licked the side of her neck, and fire burned down through her body to settle between her thighs.

He nipped her earlobe between sharp teeth, and somehow her ass moved of its own accord—traitorous ass—pushing back against his erection, and he made a low growling sound deep in his throat. His other hand came around her, palming her breast, rubbing at the engorged nipple, sending darts of pleasure to her sex.

“Christ, I love your tits. There’s no time to undress, but other times I’d suck them, lick them, rub my dick between them, until I came all over you. And afterwards, we’d do it all over again.” He pinched the nipple and she gasped, biting her lower lip to try to maintain some last, small vestige of control. She stared down at that tattooed arm, the big hand, long fingers squeezing her breast, and the air was sucked from her lungs, leaving her breathless.

The hand on her stomach slipped beneath her sweater, pushing inside the waistband of her skirt. The caress of his rough palm against her bare skin did weird things to her insides. She pressed back against him, feeling him all the way along her spine, her ass, her head against his shoulder. His hand shifted lower and the button popped off her skirt, allowing him access.

“Sorry.” He didn’t sound sorry. “I need to see if you’re as turned on by this as I am. Are you turned on, Abby?”

She would have liked to say no, but at that moment his fingers slipped inside her panties. There was no hesitation as he burrowed between her thighs. “Oh yeah,” he murmured into her ear, his voice laced with satisfaction. Then his fingers slid between the folds of her sex.

Oh God.

“Holy shit, you are so wet.” He rubbed one finger over her, and her knees buckled. The arm around her held her up, and she heard his soft chuckle in her ear. “You like that?” He didn’t seem to expect an answer which was just as well. He slid his hand further into her panties, his finger finding the opening to her body and shoving inside, hard, so she gasped. “Your pussy feels like I imagined, hot and wet, and tight. It’s going to feel so good wrapped around my dick. You want my dick in your tight little pussy, Abby? First though, I need you to come for me. In my fantasies you always came for me, over and over again, screaming my name. You going to scream my name?”

God, she couldn’t even remember his name, couldn’t remember her name, or why she was here, or why she shouldn’t be doing this…

He pushed two fingers inside, stroking her inner walls, but that wasn’t where she needed him. Her clit throbbed, so swollen and sensitive that if he would touch her there she knew she would—

He swiped the pad of his thumb lightly over her and she let out a little squeak. Withdrawing his fingers from inside her, he circled the swollen nub until she almost screamed with need, teasing her, while he sucked and kissed her neck. Her hips were rotating in little circles, right up until the point he flicked a finger over her, and she went instantly still.

“You like?” he murmured.

She shook her head, unable to answer, but this went way beyond liking. He chuckled against her skin as though he understood what she was thinking, then his fingers moved, pushing inside her again while he massaged the little nub with the heel of his hand. She clamped her eyes shut tight, as the pleasure coiled up tighter and tighter inside her until she thought she couldn’t take any more. He pressed harder and finally she snapped, shattered, breaking her into a million pieces, lights flashing behind her closed eyes.

She was hardly aware as he pulled his hand free, stepped back from her, gripped the hem of her skirt and tugged it up over her hips. A hand in the small of her back pressed her down across the back of the sofa, as a thigh pushed between hers, spreading her legs. Fingers gripped in the top of her panties and she knew any second he’d rip them from her and she’d be exposed, ready, desperate…

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