Marrying my high school bully

Melissa

I changed into a black two-piece lace lingerie, my hair dripping from the shower I just had. I smeared my lips with red lipstick and completed my seductive gait with a spritz of my favorite perfume.

Dexter and I hadn’t been intimate for a while as several issues kept rearing their ugly heads. Coupled with the fact that he didn’t want me to be stressed.

As if making love to my man was stressful.

I wanted him badly, and if he didn’t want to make any move, then I’d take the bull by the horns and get my craving satisfied.

Emboldened by the sultry appearance I saw in the mirror, I put on a transparent lace robe and headed to his study room.

After we had dinner and put Lilly to sleep together, he decided to check up on the updates he had missed from work which was a good thing, and it also gave me the time to get ready.

I had no footwear on as I didn’t want him to hear my footsteps. My strides were silent, and then I opened the door and took a peek into the quiet room.

His arms were propped against his desk, his back facing me as he trained his attention on the laptop before him. A smirk found its way to my lips as I watched his capable fingers swaying through the keys.

Then I sneaked in, almost walking on my toes until he sighed and relaxed on the backrest.

“You didn’t have to sneak in like a thief, you know.” He chuckled, spinning his chair towards my direction, while I halted on my steps.

I tucked my damp hair behind my ear and shrugged shyly. “I didn’t want you to see me. How did you even know that I was here?” I asked with a tinge of disappointment.

“Your scent gave you away…” He admitted, his eyes lazily scanning my semi-nude body that wasn’t covered by the robe, with glints of lust blazing in them. “Are you here to seduce me?”

I walked towards him, settling on his thighs. His gaze returned to the computer, but it was for a good reason because he clicked on a button and the device went off.

“I want you, Dexter. A lot has happened that affected our intimacy. I know that you are worried about my health, but I was told that good sex is of great benefit to a pregnant woman.”

He tapped his chin as if in thought, his lips pressed together. “Who told you that?”

“My gynecologist.” I said in a rush, “I don’t listen to just anyone and if she recommends that, then we have to do it more often.”

He said nothing but kept his lust-filled gaze on me. His expression was almost stoic so I couldn’t tell what was in his mind. I ground his thighs backward, my ass rubbing his bulge which grew harder at the slight connection.

“I’m just worried, sweetheart. I know that she might have said that, but your body is delicate-”

I didn’t wait for him to finish as I tossed away the robe, revealing what I wore underneath it. A gasp escaped his lips, encouraging me to continue.

My fingers trailed to my collarbone and I caressed it slowly till I got to my breasts. His face hardened, giving away no reaction but I could see the tension on his shoulders.

I undid the straps of my bra, and a smile touched my lips as he watched it fall to the ground. My breasts were perky with need and they ached for his touch, but I had to be more persuasive so I tugged at my nipples as pleasure shot through me.

He groaned, his fists clenching as he ogled at me.

“Is this persuasive enough?” I teased him and dropped to my knees.

His brows arched in confusion, then his eyes widened when he realized what I wanted to do.

A pool had formed between my thighs, wetting my lace panties. I didn’t take it off, rather I slipped a finger in and stroked my nub as a moan poured out of my mouth.

“Ahhhh… Dexter… I-I want you to take me.” I moaned, adding another finger as I tweaked my painful sensitive clit.

The next moment, I found myself behind his desk with my panties being ripped away from my body. He slapped my ass hard, which further heightened my arousal.

“I’m the only one allowed to make you moan this way,” He growled, slapping my ass harder than the first time.

My walls clenched with need as I gasped, sucking in air then I heard the zip of his pants snap open. Without warning, his warm phallus found its way into my drenched pussy with a rough trust.

I was bent over, so his dick went deeper than I fathomed, but I liked it. Once again, I felt alive and then he pulled out only to thrust in so hard the desk I leaned on shook.

His fingers grazed my scalp, interlocking with my hair. He pulled it but not with so much force that I’d have liked. I frowned as his anxiety was coming into play.

I wanted him to be rough with me, but I couldn’t ask for it because I wouldn’t get it, so I went along with what he offered. Half-bread was better than none.

His other finger found my clit and he pinched it as I hissed in delight, while a shiver ran down my spine.

“Will you come for me?” He grunted as he arched over, his length grazing my sweet spot.

My eyes became dizzy immediately out of pleasure as my orgasm drew closer. Each thrust went harder than the first, intense and mind-blowing.

And the magic he performed on my clit was enough to make me breathless. I gasped, panting heavily while my knees went weak with anticipation.

The thrills of my impending release shot forward as he gave a final thrust that collided with my G-spot. The waves of my release rode through me as my body quaked without control.

We rode together through my release, my walls clenching tight on his dick, and in a few seconds he shot his hot semen inside of me with a guttural groan.

He kissed my earlobe, his dick limp inside of me.

“That was worth it,” He muttered with a sultry tone, then pulled out and swept me off my feet.

“What are you doing?” I rasped, my body tingled with excitement.

“You just aroused the beast in me, and this isn’t the right place to unleash it.”