Envious Desire

Eric

Rounding the corner, Shelly’s building comes into view. My pace is that of an Olympic sprinter, this fucking hard on has ceased to relent in thirty minutes, it needs to be relieved quickly.

Arriving on her floor, I stampede into her office, flinging the door open, unbuttoning my shirt, letting it hit the floor. Shelly’s eyes are wide in perplexity, my actions are abrupt, almost explosive.

I grab her by her lower neck, locating her ass with force, kissing her with a ferocious fury I hadn’t known I possessed. My hands scour every inch of her body in a frenzy.

Unable to contain my urgency, in a swift move, I turn her backside towards me. Peeling her shirt apart, buttons fly in the air exposing her tits, massaging them to fill my demand. The desire for satisfaction is unfluctuating and eminent.

Discarding everything on her desk, I push her to bend before me, lifting her skirt, ripping the thin piece of material that’s halting me from my utmost gratification.

Using my fingers, I ensure she’s moist to handle my hardened cock. I scoured every inch of her insides. My uncontrolled state allows me to enjoy her essence coating my fingers.

Fuck! Patience is not my forte right now, unzipping my pants, I tug my cock through the hole, slicking my head, ramming into her with more force than ever before. Her desk screeches while her screams fill my ears causing my dick to twitch inside her.

I can’t help myself, I fuck her like a horney teenager, jackhammering as if discovering the ultimate pleasure of sex for the first time, thrusting into her like a rabbit in heat.

Coiling my hand in her hair, I steady her in place to remove the pink lace from my pocket. Concealing my nose in Maddie’s scent, I inhale deep, to commit her scent to memory, my eyes shut in contentment.

I pummel into her hot, tight pussy, envisioning Maddie’s huge breasts bouncing with each stroke. Thoughts of her moaning my name makes my dick throb, craving to perceive her voice in the throws of passion, just once. Spreading her legs, watching my cock disappear, sinking into her perfect pussy. Playing with her clit, watching her cum glaze my dick!

Fuck! Stroking her harder, her salacious whimpers fill my ears adding to my fantasy. Phantom images of Madeline’s face contorting in sheer pleasure govern my thoughts. I hunger to be the cause of such sought after gratification.

“ERIC!”

“Shut up!” Shelly’s voice distracts from my lecherous vision of Maddie. A sudden surge of anger fills my veins. Pulling Shelly up by the back of her neck, she gives a slight whimper. Fucking her harder with each thrust upward, her body lifts to her toes, impaled by my dick. My fingers dig into her flesh, gripping her, ensuring her only movement is what I permit.

Her moans grow louder with each robust stroke, covering her mouth to muffle her sounds, I attack with swift, brisk upward movements, each moan another chime for my culmination.

The mounting pressure in my balls causes expeditious, rougher strokes to fill her insides. Ruthless copulation with visions of Maddie is beyond erroneous but my drive is urging my stamina. My balls finally release, cumming in her pussy, shutting my eyes, with my final thrusts.

Shelly’s copper red hair comes into view. Remembering I possess Maddie’s underwear in my hand, I dash them in my pants pocket, out of sight.

Releasing her from my death grip, my imprints glow in bright white surrounded by a delicious red color. Placing a kiss on her cheek, I express my gratitude, “Thank you. I needed that.”

Shelly POV

Work has been hectic to say the least. I have the Romano Wedding to finish planning but my focus has been scattered since Chloe... disappeared. Shaking my head back and forth, I attempt to prioritize the task at hand.

Checking and reanalyzing my list: dress/tux fittings booked, venue paid for, caterer tasting on the calendar, bridesmaids dresses ordered. One by one, I’m going through my checklist. It’s impossible to concentrate fully aware it’s a strong possibility Chloe is out there... wounded hence her inability to contact anyone.

Ivy explained the majority of the blood found on her purse belonged to her. It left me with nothing but countless inquires. What happened to her? What occurred that she bled? Why wasn’t I with her? Why didn’t I accompany her in the ambulance? What transpired in the hospital? Did she fall? Is she somewhere unconscious? Is she... alive? My eyes blur at the thought entering my mind. I hate even-

“At Last,” by Etta James bounces of the office walls. Wiping the pain from my face, I reach for my phone, “Hello there Fiancé,” My failed attempt to conceal my anguish.

Eric sounds almost breathless, “Hey I really need to see you.”

Concern with his crucial tone, without hesitation. “Sure babe.”

“Great, I’ll be there in 30.”

The line clicks before I get to inquire if everything is okay. The tone in his voice piqued my anxiety. Is he alright? Does it concern Chloe?

Great! More anxiety to fill my day.

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Reviewing my checklist yet again, attempting to ensure I’ve completed everything within the timeline, Eric bursts through the door, unbuttoning his shirt, flying in my direction.

Without any words, he tugs me towards him, grabbing my ass with one hand and the nape of my neck with the other, planting his lips on mine as if it’s the last time we’d ever kiss. His feverish passion and carnal desire are evident, I can feel his instant hardness while his hands roam and squeeze my yearning flesh.

Twisting me around, he rips my shirt open, ripping my buttons off, grasping my breasts, biting and sucking on my neck. Dropping my head to his shoulder, I relish every moment of his dominant touch.

Swiping everything from my desk, he bends me over, lifting my skirt, ripping my panties off. I release lustful gasp. I’d be lying if I said this animalistic version of Eric doesn’t turn me on. Fuck!

He dips two fingers inside me, working them with vigor. Biting my lip to withhold my cries of pleasure, I attempt to keep my office incognizant of our obscene actions. Fuck his tempo is certifiably euphoric.

Gripping my shoulder he rams into me, causing me to jerk forward, releasing a loud moan with the furniture moaning in conjunction. His pace is expeditious and untamed. It’s as if he’s never fucked me before - but never like this.

He’s so crazed, feral, brutish, “Eric!”

“Shut up!” His voice is dark and demanding, approaching ominous.

Yanking the nape of my neck, he tows me upright, rising to my toes with each forceful thrust inside me. Whimpers of satisfaction escape my lips as his momentum accelerates. Covering my mouth he continues his vigorous pace causing pressure to build, my senses to tingle at the thought of satisfaction.

This is so fucking exquisite but divergent from his normal course of action.

With intense breaths, his pace becomes more urgent, hurried... unyielding. His orgasm is near. Whimpers of longing satisfaction drip from my lips in hushed tones through his fingers. His final thrusts slow as he squirts his seed, feeling each delicious pulse of his dick.

Loosening his vise grip from my shoulder, he twists my cheek to meet his lips, whispering, “Thank you. I needed that.”

Fixing my wardrobe, I smile knowing I satisfied him with a nooner, giggling fully aware we just fucked in my office in the middle of the day with an unlocked door.

Watching him as he strolls to his shirt, wrapping it around his flexing muscles, I can’t help but to feel lucky to have him in my life. Capturing his gaze, he buttons his shirt in haste. Pinning my disheveled hair back in place, “Not that I’m complaining but, what got into you?”

Halting his actions, a glare stiffens my spine. Stuffing his shirt into his suit pants, “What do you mean?”

“Well, you’ve never come to my office with such intensity, fucked me like that before or even uttered for me to shut up.”

“A man can’t want to fuck his fiancé?” His tone is harsh

Eyes wide, “It was just different that’s all, unlike you.”

Raising his hands to the high heavens, “What the hell Shelly! I just had the urge to fuck you. I called, you said I could come over, so I came here and fucked you.”

What hell has gotten into him, “You’ve never done that before and definitely not so damn rough. It was just a question. Geez calm down,” I scoot behind my desk, planting myself in my chair.

“I don’t fucking need this shit! I thought it would be nice to change things up and try something different... clearly I was mistaken.”

He corrects his shirt, storming out of my office, in a tornado of anger, leaving me flabbergasted. What the fuck was that?

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