Always Been You

~Lola’s POV~

The need to be taken by Mr. Monroe was becoming unbearable. It was meant to be a seduction, but it ended up turning into desires instead. The origins of my desires are a mystery to me; I just can’t seem to put my finger on them. All I know is that when Mr. Monroe grabbed my ass. I wanted more. The need to have one’s needs met awakens from its momentary slumber within. With a lopsided grin, he leaned closer to me and said, “You are playing with fire, Mrs. Monroe. The need to part your legs and bury me deep inside you is becoming irresistible, Mi Amor.” His voice, all raspy and masculine, was too much for me to bear. I looked up at him, feeling desperate and helpless.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

He looked so possessive, ready to take me, but hesitating.

No! I don’t want him to hold back; in fact, I want him so badly that all I can think about at the moment is him kissing me hungrily as he did before. I don’t want him to hold back. A hostile grin formed on his face as he clenched his jaw. That sight was enough to send me into a frenzy. “I can’t do this with you, Lola. You don’t know what you’re doing.” He said while his big hands were still grabbing my butt cheeks. It felt as though his hands were making flares that trailed down my body and collided in the space between my thighs. My windpipe was parched, my cheeks were flushed from the pool that was threatening to come out of my sex, and I bit my lips to keep from gasping for air. But it was all for naught because the sound of his voice was like adding fuel to a flame. I longed for a greater number of his touches. I held his gaze, but he wasn’t buying it, so I crashed my lips on his and wrapped my legs around his waist while using the duty desk for balance, arching my back a little so I could feel his bulge. A groan escaped his lips.

Yeah, baby, touch me. Do not speak; rather, maintain your grip on that butt. “No, not like this.” He released his hold on me. His trousers were like a tent. Evidently, he wanted this, but something was holding him back. He brushes his hair back, walking around with his harder cock. Then his gaze moved to the pool that was situated in the space between my legs.

I didn’t dare look up.

He’s looking at me like that seemed to be intensifying the need and magnifying it, making me burn hotter with the need for his hard rock cock in between my thighs. The cup of coffee that was lying on the table came into his line of sight, and he snatched it up as quickly as he could and drained it all in one swallow. I looked up at his Adam’s apple bobbing even faster as he drank the whole thing up. I squeaked; I couldn’t take it. My panties were suddenly damp, my stomach clenched, and my core throbbed uncontrollably with the need to be taken. I don’t know what this feeling is, but it doesn’t feel foreign; all I know is that I am not leaving this study without him taking me. Every muscle in my body was tense and in need of being touched. I pulled the hem of my dress up to my waist and raised one leg while still sitting on top of his desk. I slid my hand in, and it brushed against my clit. I was on the verge of losing it. My breathing got heavier, which made Mr. Monroe turn my way, and the sight he saw made him curse.

“Fuck!”

I started massaging myself while holding his gaze; I couldn’t stop. The need was consuming me. I couldn’t keep anything straight in my head. I could not stifle the moan that came out of my mouth as I touched my wet lips and slid one finger in before beginning to pump myself in and out, which infuriated the man who was standing in front of me even more. I really don’t know what is wrong with me, but there is no way I am leaving this study. The tension, the need, the fire-it was agonizing. I was going to explode, my mouth opened wide and ready to explode in front of him, but Mr. Monroe rushed towards me, claimed my lips, removed my finger, and replaced it with his, and with just one pump of his finger, it sent me into a frenzy. As I exploded, I was hit by a barrage of waves of pleasure, one after the next. He slowly pulled his finger out, and I moaned in frustration. I wanted more of where that came from.

“I want more.” I managed to break the kiss and speak because there was no way I was just going to kiss; I wanted his finger inside me.

“You can’t remember us, but your body can surely remember the things I used to do to it.” He let out a growl. There was amusement in his tone that made me think I knew this feeling. “You might not remember me, but your body didn’t forget this.” He growled again, pinching my clit and sending me into yet another frenzy with a loud scream.

“Who am I to you?” I bit my lip so hard, not wanting to embarrass myself even further. “Say it.” He commanded, his tone aggressive and possessive.

“Husband,” I said. I wasn’t really sure if he was, but one thing I’m sure of is that I want more of where those waves of pleasure are coming from.

“Name.” He breathed out.

“Mr- Mon-roe.” I sputtered.

“My name.” He growled, inserting a finger into my wet lip and thrusting it violently, “Say it!” I bit my lips together so tightly that the only thing that came out of my mouth as I exploded was his name.

“Dante!” I screamed his name.

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