Chapter 3: Rising Action
She feels powerful and desired, Jim's fingers linger on her hips, lingering just a little too long, and Ingrid can't help but feel a wave of desire wash over her. He leans in close to her er and whispers.
"I don't care what anyone says, R Kelly has some fire tracks."
He keeps his mouth near her ear and puts on a slow R Kelly song.
The beat thumps in the background as he moves against her, slow and languorous.
He starts to grind against her core, the friction sending waves of pleasure crashing through her body. She writhes beneath him, he grind his crotch into her beautiful bubble butt, wrapped in the tight black dress.
He can’t help himself as he nuzzles his face into her neck and softly kisses her. She closes her eyes and ties to ignore it and keeps talking about music but it feels good. He does it again and she snaps out of it as her guilt takes her over and she says “no, stop stop.” She pushes him away and tries to gather herself. She can feel her chest heaving, her breathing ragged. She can feel the wetness between her legs and that makes her feel even guiltier.
Jim can see the conflict in her eyes. He takes a step back and raises his hands in surrender.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-“
But Ingrid cuts him off. “No, it’s not your fault. I should have stopped this a long time ag..."
Jim grabs her chin and turns her head and shoves his tongue in her mouth and starts kissing her. She surprisingly kisses back. They are making out intensely and she moans as he slowly moves her to the desk. His hand is on her face, then neck and he puts his hands on her chest, at the top of her cleavage and as he starts moving his hand down she breaks the kiss and says “I can’t do this, no, no.” She is breathing heavy.
He lifts her chin up and kisses on her lips again, they start making out hot and heavy again. He moves his hand form her chin and rubs her waist and the side of her thigh, then he moves his hand up and brazenly pulls her dress and bra down and her left tit pops out, pink, stiff nipple out in the air as she breaks the kiss and lets out a weak “nooooo" but before she can get the word out he sucks hard on her nipple, she whispers "no" again and tries weakly to pull him off but Jim sucking her tit feels so good. He gently bites her nipple and squeezes her perfect tit, she lets out a moan as he sucks and pulls on her tit. He moves his hands to the back of her neck while he is devouring her breast. He pulls out her other tit and squeezes and sucks that one too, he grabs both of them and sucks hungrily between both of them. He grabs her ass and squeezes it and lifts her up and sits her on the desk.
She's married, she thinks to herself, as if her mind is trying to conjure up any last shred of resistance. She shouldn't be doing this - she shouldn't be allowing herself to get swept away by this magnetic pull that has brought her and Jim together. She's married, for god's sake. She loves her husband, and she knows that he loves her. But Ingrid can't deny the overwhelming urge that she's feeling - the desire to give in to the pleasure, to give in to the release that Jim's hungry mouth and skilled hands promise to bring her.
Jim wasted no time in getting exactly what he wants - Ingrid's body, laid bare and trembling on the desk before him. Her dress is bunched up around her waist, and her lacy underwear is soaked through with her desire. Her skin is thrumming with excitement, and she can feel her heartbeat hammering out of her chest as Jim's hand moves lower, skimming along the hem of her dress and then her inner thigh as they make out brushing the front of her black, lace, thong. Jim's hand expertly traces her thigh, moving closer and closer to her pussy. She can feel her breath hitch as his fingers brush against her wetness, and she lets out a low moan as he begins to rub her clit in slow circles.
"Fuck, you're so wet," he growls, his voice low and husky with desire.
She can only nod, unable to form coherent words as he continues to touch her outside of her we, laced thong. He bites her lip and pulls her nipple and then kisses her passionately as he moves her thong to the side. His fingers trace the edges of her wet pussy as she moans in the back of her throat. He pushes one finger inside her and curls it upward, hitting that spot that makes her gasp. He adds another finger and starts to thrust them in and out with a punishing rhythm.
"Oh god, Jim," she whimpers, gripping the edge of the desk as he expertly works her body.
He chuckles darkly and kisses down her neck, leaving a trail of bites behind. He reaches down and undoes his belt, pulling his hard cock out.
Ingrid's eyes widen as she sees it, thick and pulsing in his fist. He strokes it slowly, watching her, and she feels a shudder run through her at the sight.
"I've wanted to fuck you for so long," Jim growls, his voice low and husky with desire.
She should stop him, she knows she should. She's married, and this is wrong. But her traitorous body is already begging for more, and she can't find the willpower to push him away.
He pushes her thighs apart and grabs his dick and starts rubbing it up and down her inner thigh, touching the edge of her wet pussy. She gasps as he spreads her legs wider, exposing her beautiful bare pussy to him. She shaves it and takes care of herself, and Jim notices, he feels like he just hit a jackpot, that perfect smooth pussy is right in front of him and he is getting harder than he's ever been. He's wanted her for so long.
"I can't do this, Jim, please stop, I can't cheat on my husband," she whimpers as he continues to rub his cock up and down her pussy juice, lubricated lips. The sloshy sounds of hard dick meeting wet pussy permeate through the room. His cock rubbing against her clit was getting him even more turned on.
He doesn't release her, instead continuing his tactile assault, licking and kissing every inch of her bare skin. He starts to rub his dick up and down her swollen, soaking wet pussy lips. The slopping, slushy sounds of her wet pussy filling the room. He can’t believe he has this married beauty he has dreamed about fucking in this position. His tip glistens with her juices, and Jim can't resist the temptation any longer. He pushes inside her, feeling her warmth surround him as his cock fills her slick pussy. The sensation is overwhelming, and he groans aloud, unable to contain his pleasure.
Ingrid moans as he enters her, her body tensing and arching in response to the sudden fullness. She feels wicked and wrong—and yet, she can't help but thrill to his touch.
Jim begins to thrust, each stroke harder and faster than the last.
She clings to the edge of the desk, her breath coming in ragged gasps as he pounds into her with a single-minded intensity. She grits her teeth and feels her orgasm building, her pussy contracting around him with delicious intensity.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” Jim growls in her ear, his breath hot against her neck. She nods frantically, unable to speak as he continues to plow in and out of her with reckless abandon. The only thing she can muster is "don't cum in me Jim." Feeling that's the last string she can hold on to without feeling guilty.
She looks him straight in the eye and says, "Okay, but don't cum inside me." She's trying to hold on to some semblance of control in this situation, even if she knows she's already lost the battle.
Jim nods, understanding the unspoken boundaries. He begins to thrust faster, harder, and Ingrid can feel herself nearing the edge. Her pussy is stretched wide around his cock, the sensation both raw and intense. She whimpers as he hits that spot deep inside her, and she feels her orgasm building.
"Oh god, Jim, I'm gonna cum," she gasps, her fingers digging into the edge of the desk.
"Jim, I'm gonna come," she gasps, gripping onto his shoulders.
He groans in response, his lips finding hers once more. He kisses her deeply, swallowing her cries as she falls over the edge. Her orgasm hits her hard, causing her body to shake and tremble.
Jim's strokes become more erratic as he feels her tight pussy pulsating around his throbbing cock. She releases her grip on his shoulders and throws her head back, screaming in ecstasy as she rides the wave of intense pleasure.
Her body shivers uncontrollably, and Jim can see the overwhelming sensation coursing through every inch of her being. He holds her hips tightly as he thrusts deeper inside her, feeling himself nearing his own climax.
The room is filled with the rhythmic sounds of bodies slamming together, and the scent of their passion hangs thick in the air. Jim's clothes are scattered across the floor, and Ingrid's dress lies crumpled at their feet. Jim is ponding into her wet pussy, sloppy , wet noises fill the air and she is moaning wildly. This is exactly what he's fantasized about. "Don't cum in me, Jim, please," she says. But she feels so fucking good, so tight, so wet, so warm.
Jim can feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening as he slams into her slick pussy. Ingrid's moans fill the room, and Jim knows he won't be able to hold back much longer.
He grabs her hips and pulls her closer to the edge of the desk, the position changing and making Ingrid's moans grow louder in pleasure. He feels so deep inside her, he can feel her heat around him, gripping him tightly.
Jim's thrusts become erratic as he feels his orgasm approaching.
He can hear Ingrid's moans growing louder, and he knows that she's close to climaxing again. He feels himself nearing the edge, and he can't hold back any longer.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he growls, his voice guttural and raw.
Ingrid braces herself as Jim's thrusting becomes even more intense. She can feel her own orgasm building once again, and she clings to him as he pounds into her.
Her breasts bounce with each thrust, nipples hard as diamonds, and Jim can't resist bending down to take one into his mouth. He sucks and bites at it as Ingrid writhes beneath him, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
Jim's orgasm is close, and Ingrid can feel it building in the base of his cock. She knows that she has only seconds left before he loses control and spills inside her.
"Jim, please," she gasps, her voice barely audible. "I don't want you to cum inside me.
Please," she begs, her body writhing underneath his as he continues to pound into her. Her thighs are smooth and toned, her strong muscles rippling with each thrust. She's tanned and toned, and her body is that of a goddess. Jim can feel himself getting close to the edge, he hears her pleas but he ants to make this brunette goddess his. He wants to cum inside of her and make her a dirty secret he can keep with himself.
"Fuck, you feel too good, you're too fucking hot," Jim says as he releases her nipple, leaving marks on her soft breast.
She's feels her second orgasm building up as he pumps into her frantically.
Her head rolls back and her thighs tremble, holding him tight as she rides the wave of pleasure. He's slamming into her, ballsack padding off her clit with everythrust, and it's driving her crazy.
She could feel him grow larger within her, his throbbing erection contesting with the muscles in her pelvis as he grunts and hurls herself towards her second climax. Her body shudders with a intensity, her breasts jiggling and bouncing of the hard surface below her. Jim can't take the view of her perfect tits, beautiful body, face, hair, and now her pussy climaxing and gripping his dick, he can't hold back any more. He groans loudly as he buries his dick deep inside her, pumping with all his might, feeling her tight pussy pulsating around him as he explodes, shooting round after round of cum deep inside her. She first says "no" and then moans wildly, feeling his huge load filling her up, as she milks his cock with her own orgasm and Jim collapses on top of her, both of them panting and sweating.
She has a shocked look on her face, her chest is heaving and her nipples are stiff. She is breathing heavily.
and she can't believe what just happened. She had always prided herself on her self-control, on her ability to keep both her personal and professional life separate and controlled. But now, as she lies on the desk with Jim's cock still buried deep inside her, she feels her resolve crumbling.
She looks up at Jim, his face flushed with pleasure and exhaustion, and she can't help but feel a twinge of guilt. But there's something else there, something that feels dangerously close to affection.
"I-I'm sorry," she stammers, her voice barely above a whisper.
Jim shakes his head, his breath still ragged. "Don't apologize," he says, his voice thick with desire.
He leans down to kiss her, and Ingrid can feel herself getting lost in the moment. She responds to his kiss with an intensity that surprises even herself, her hands reaching up to clutch at his shoulders.
Jim groans at the contact, deepening the kiss as his hands explore her body. He runs his fingers through her hair, feeling its silkiness slip between his fingers before moving down to cup her breasts.
Ingrid gasps as he squeezes them, her nipples hardening again. He’s still inside of her sopping, wet, pussy and her warmth and tightness are making him hard again. She feels it, too. He moves his hips against hers, grinding into her and can feel his length growing harder by the second. He grabs her thigh and hitches it up around his waist, deepening his angle inside of her. She moans into his mouth as he pushes deeper still, filling her completely.
He starts to thrust again, slowly at first as they break the kiss and start to catch their breath. Their chests heave as they try to recover from the first round. Jim holds Ingrid's gaze, mesmerized by the way her eyes flicker with shock and desire. Her chestnut locks cascade down her shoulders, he pulls out of her and walks her to the bed. Her dress still bunched around her waist and her sexy heels still on. He admires her amazing body as she she walks to the bed. He starts stroking his dick as she she sits on the edge of the bed.
She watches him intently, her expression a mixture of curiosity, lust, and confusion. He meets her gaze and slowly makes his way towards her, his movements deliberate and seductive.
"You taste so fucking good," he whispers as he takes her breast in his hand and leans in to suck her nipple into his mouth. She gasps at the sensation, her body responding to his touch. He inhales deeply, taking in her intoxicating aroma before standing up with his rock-hard erection inches from her face. She hesitates for a moment but then, slowly, lifts her hand and wraps her fingers around his thick shaft, her diamond ring shining in the low light. He groans as she starts to stroke him, each movement deliberate and sensual.
"Fuck, Ingrid," he gasps. "Your touch feels so fucking good."
She says nothing, but continues to stroke him, watching as his expression shifts from pleasure to a mixture of desire and urgency. He grabs her hair and gently pulls her towards it. She hesitates for a moment, but then leans forward and wraps her lips around his tip. He groans loudly at the feeling of her moist lips and hot mouth encircling him. She starts to suck him slowly, taking in more and more of him with each bob of her head.
"Fuck yeah, that feels so good," he groans, she starts to sloppily sucks his dick, giving him the best blowjob he’s ever had. The warmth of her mouth, the wetness of her tongue, a moan hums in her throat as she sucks him deeper. She's really getting into it, taking him all the way to the back of her throat and swirling her tongue around his girth. She reaches up and fondles his balls with one hand, gripping the base of his cock with the other.
He shudders as she works him, his legs feeling weak with pleasure. The sight of her on her knees, looking up at him while sucking his dick, is a turn on he never knew he needed.
His heart races and his breath hitches as he looks down at her. He reaches his hand up and runs it through her hair, the feel of her silky locks tangling his fingers.
Ingrid stops sucking him, looking up at him with a mix of lust and attachment. There was something about this situation that felt wrong, but as he watches her tongue tease the head of his cock, Ingrid couldn't deny that she was sucked in.
"Keep going," he whispers, looking into her soul with his eyes.
She nods and takes him back into her mouth, swirling her tongue around him as she starts to pump him with her hand. She looks up at him, watching as his eyes flutter closed in pleasure.
Jim reaches down and cups the back of her head, guiding her movements as he starts to fuck her mouth. He groans, long and low, as she takes him deeper and deeper.
"That feels so good, Ingrid," he murmurs.
His hips buck forward, driving deep into her warm, wet mouth. He can feel the suction, the slippery feel of her tongue against the sensitive underside of his cock. Her hand has moved from gripping his base to sliding up and down, creating a sensation that is both familiar and foreign at the same time. He feels his orgasm building but he pulls out of her mouth, she is crouched and looking up at him with lust in her eyes and wipe her mouth. He pulls her up quickly and pins her against one of the full length windows overlooking the city. He rubs his dick up and down her wet lips.
Jim smirks at the sight of her, flushed and wanton. "I can see how much you want it," he growls, his voice full of masculine satisfaction. "You're dripping wet for me, aren't you?"
She whimpers as he teases her with his tip, rubbing it up and down her sensitive clit. The sensation is maddening, and she can feel herself getting close to the edge.
"Please, Jim," she begs, her voice trembling with need.
"Fuck me already."
Jim doesn't need any more encouragement. He positions himself at her entrance and thrusts inside her with one swift motion. The sensation is overwhelming, and Ingrid moans aloud as he fills her completely. She can feel every inch of him, hard and thick inside her.
Jim starts to move, his thrusts fast and furious as he pounds into her from behind. The sound of their skin slapping together echoes through the room, punctuated by Ingrid's gasps and moans. He’s fucking her as they look at the city below, he grabs two handfuls of tit and bites her ear as she’s naked 40 plus floors up, on display while she gets a good fucking. Jim still can’t believe he was able to break her wall down. He’s spent so much thinking about what she looks and feels like and he wasn’t taking it for granted. She feels and tight around him, her pussy is a mix of heat and wetness that encapsulates his cock. Every time Jim thrusts inside her, she tightens, making him let out a sharp intake of breath by the sensation.
Ingrid arches back, meeting Jim’s every stroke with her own powerful hip thrusts as she grips the windowsill. Jim’s grip on her tits tightens as he continues to fuck her hard. The muscles in Ingrid’s legs are tense, trembling each time he rams his dick into her.
He impales her with his big, hard cock, filling her tight little pussy completely. Every stroke hits her g-spot and brings her to the edge of another crushing orgasm. The view is simply intoxicating, as Jim slams into her pussy from behind, he can see the reflection of them in the window. He looks at her tanned skin with sweat dripping down it, as she holds onto the window sill, her face contorted with a mixture of pleasure and pain. He reaches down and starts playing with her clit as he continues to relentlessly thrust into her.
Ingrid throws her head back and screams, every nerve ending in her body singing with pleasure. Jim can feel her pussy contract around him as another orgasm rips through her, and he groans loudly as he feels himself getting closer to the edge.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he growls, his voice ragged.
Ingrid shudders at his words, her own orgasm still pulsing through her veins. "Do it, Jim," she gasps, her voice barely above a whisper.
"I want you to cum inside me."
With those words, Jim loses control. He thrusts into her one final time, burying himself to the hilt as he explodes, filling her up with his hot, sticky cum. Ingrid moans as she feels him pulsing inside her, her own orgasm still rocking her body.
They stand there for a moment, panting and shaking, as they come down from their high. Jim pulls out of her slowly, and they both turn to look out the window at the city below.