"Stop playing." She raised up, leaning on her elbows and shook her head, her long locks swaying the sides of her breasts. "You had one last time."

"I did. But I don't have one this time."

A frown marred her features and something like jealousy flashed in her eyes. Lance thought he imagined it but the anger filling the room, taking away the scent of her desire and climax clued him that he hadn't. He immediately knew that she was assuming he had used the condom with another woman which was absurd. He hadn't been with anyone else since her. Nor did he want to.

Before he knew what he was doing he was blurting the truth to her. He panicked when she sat up and closed her legs to him. He had to get her to stay so set he tried his best in to set her worries to rest. She remained sceptical then had to ask him the one question he didn't want to answer. Though he had no problem in showing her how much he wanted her. He still didn't want to reveal how much he hadn't trusted himself around her.

Bea sighed. Then stood up and started walking toward her clothes. Panicking he grabbed her wrists, turned her around and pulled her into his arms. Hoping this time she wouldn't kick him again, somewhere higher, he looked down at her beautiful face and confessed it all.

"Look I always carry a condom with me."

"Always?"

"Yes."

"So what? You ran out and forgot to replace it?"

"No. I removed it from my wallet."

Bea's mouth dropped open in shock. It closed then opened again but whatever she wanted to say her mouth couldn't keep up whatever was running through her mind. Until one obvious point, probably the most important, flew out her mouth along with the smack to his chest.

"If you took out the condom on purpose then why the hell am I standing here naked in your arms?"

"Well it's kinda your fault."

"You're gonna blame this on me? You're the one who was staring at me like you wanted to devour me?"

"And I wouldn't have if it wasn't for your nipples." By this time Bea was visibly trying to break free from his embrace. He tightened his hold, the top of her breasts plumped up against his chest, enticing his eyes to gaze downward. Damn he loved her breasts. "I'm a breast man babe. And both then and today those nipples of yours were calling me to suck on them." His gaze returned to her face. "Last time I never got the chance to. Seeing those hardened nubs piercing your top there's no way I was letting you walk out the door."

Lance pulled backwards and admired her breasts. Full and ripe and enough to spill over a man's hand. His hand left her waist and reached for the cinnamon beaded nipple as if in a trance. His thumb flicked her left nipple and she shivered. Then he pulled on the teat. Pinched and pulled. Alternating between pleasure and pain.

Lance cupped her left breast, lifted them up and dipped his head, licking around the tight bud before pulling it into her mouth. He suckled on her nipples with unabashed hunger and reverence. He loved her nipples, flicking his tongue on them and having her shudder in his arms from the sensation. He could love them full of milk from after giving birth to their child.

The image of her swollen with his child filled him a calming warmth. Which shocked the hell out of him that he released her nipple with a soft pop.

Where the hell did that come from?

"In my purse," she moaned.

"What was that?" Lance was so lost over where his mind went while in playing and torturing her lovely nipples he hadn't heard her.

"I have a condom in my purse," she semi-repeated in a breathy voice.

Yes. Condom. Like a dumbass he took his out. But he lucked out because Bea had one. Although he didn't know whether to be happy or upset about it.

Who the fuck was she planning on using the condom with? It definitely wasn't him as she only mentioned because he started playing with her sensitive nipples.

Damn woman he cursed to himself as he let her go to retrieve her bag, ignoring the sense of loss from no longer having her in his arms. First she tempted by giving him with please fuck me looks, had him withdrawal after only have her once and then drove him crazy by never being able to forget that day on her table. Now he was thinking crazy thoughts when this was only supposed to be about sex.

He watched her firm round ass lift in the air as she bent down to pick up her purse. Lance flinched in pain and stroked his cock for some relief. He didn't know if she did it on purpose but didn't care. Not when it helped to remind him exactly what they were about to do.

She walked back towards him, her hips swaying and breasts jiggling, looking very much the enchantress he knew her to be. Lance inwardly shuddered that she'd never have any daughters. If they take after the mother then the father would have to become well versed in every weapon known to man. Something that'll cause slow and unbearable pain preferrable.

Mentally shaking the thoughts of kids out of his head he concentrated on Bea's body which now leant against him. Taking over, she pushed his hand away and gripped his cock at the base and squeezed. "Starting without me?" she teased as she stroked his length up to the tip, her thumb spreading the precum around his head and the slit of of his cock before stroking all the way back down.

He groaned in satisfaction and bucked in her hand. If he wasn't careful he'll cum from her hand job. And he refused to let that happen. The only place he wanted to cum was inside her as she took all of his cock.

Pushing her hand aside he grunted "Come here." His hands cupped her ass and she jumped into his arms wrapping her legs around his waist. Her heated core aligned right on his cock like she was made to be his perfect fit. He pivoted as she rocked on his hardened length and he groaned in frustration. He had to get insider her. Now.

He strided over back to his fold out couch as Bea tore the wrapper with her teeth. Before he knew it and had her on her back she had already reached down and rolled the condom on his shaft and was guiding him to her entrance.

It was the hotting thing that ever happened to him. A woman, especially this woman, who knew what she wanted and went after it, turned him on more than he thought possible. His heart was racing at a manic pace he feared his heart would give out on top of her. If he had to go he wouldn't choose any other way to die. But he wanted a lifetime of making her come and screaming his name.

"I need you now," breathed Bea.

"And you'll have me." Though it hurt him to he only slide his head in. Bea squirmed underneath him, her hand grabbing his ass to push him deeper and all the way in.

"Now Lance," she moaned as she thrusted her hips up and despite himself slid an inch deeper. "Fuck me."

"This what you want?" He slid out of her and then back in giving her an inch or two of his cock. In. Out. In. Out. Until she screeched in frustration. "Remember what I said before. Gonna have to keep quiet. Then I'll give you all of my cock."

"Yes, yes. Please...ah!"

He slid his cock all the way in to her pussy until his balls hit her ass. She was gripping his cock so hard he moaned out loud, long and hard. The amazing pleasurable pain from how tight she was even better than the last time. If he wasn't careful he'd come too soon. Still he wanted to go deeper. He had to move.

His left hand hooked her leg over his shoulder while his right trailed over delicious curves and fondled breasts. Still it wasn't enough. He wanted to be wrapped around her. His head lowered and plundered her mouth with the same intensity of his cock. He made love to her whole body with his whole body plundering the sensitive parts of her body imprinting himself on her.

He wanted her to feel what he felt. Everything he pulled out it was as if he was losing a piece of something special. Only to find it again when he thrusted back inside her. This wasn't just sex. He was kidding himself before. He felt as if he sliding home. No this was home. She was home. And each of her thrusts that met his was her acknowledging that it was more than sex with her too.

Her walls clenched around and she cried out her release in his mouth. He swallowed it whole and groaned his pleasure back into her own. A frenzy need overwhelmed urging him to have her come again in six different ways from here to Sunday. He wanted to feel the vice like grip of her pussy around his length again, milking him and pulling her deeper. Lance had no idea how he was able to walk away before. But being inside Bea was addictive. If she told him to suck her off he gladly get on his knees and lap up every bit of her cream until she said enough.

Lance immediately pulled out, grabbed her hips and slid her up the couch until he was kneeling before the juncture of her thighs. Right where she was dripping from her climax. The sight of her folds and her clit, wet and swollen, made him groan. Unable to resist the urge, he buried his head between her legs and licked up and down, capturing her juices on his tongue. Bea writhed beneath him, a new wave of shudders letting him know she came again.

More. He wanted more. He wanted her come more. Come harder more.

He flipped over to her knees and gave her ass a smack. She yelped and lifted her ass higher. Sliding a finger through her slit, he grabbed her waist with his other hand and slammed his cock back into her. Then gave her his fingers coated with her juices.

"Damn you feel so good Bea," he whispered into her ear. He licked the sweat from her shoulder up her neck then placed a kiss on her earlobe. She shivered and moaned around his fingers, her tongue swirling around and in between his digits. "Gotta make you come again. Come again for me baby."

Immediately at his words he felt her walls begin to contract around him. Loving how responsive she was he continued to urge her on to reach her peak. Sliding his fingers out her mouth he found her sensitive nub, pinching and circling her clit, fast and hard. He kept pounding away at her pussy as she pushed back on his cock, taking him deeper until she started to tense and he knew she was going to come apart. He increased the pace of his thrusts and his fingers as he pulled her up to her knees just as her mouth opened wide and captured the scream from her lips of the orgasm ripping through her with his mouth.

Lance stroked inside three times, when he stilled and was coming too. He plopped down on his calves, wrenching away from her and gasping for breath from the force of his orgasm. Bea melted against him, her breath coming in short gasps as she continued to murmur omigod over and over into his neck.

Omigod was fucking right. And the whisper soft feeling of her mouth on his neck soon had his cock hard again.

"Oh my fucking god." Lance looked down at Bea's wide eyes and almost laughed at the shock look on her face. He could read the question in her eyes which pleased him immensely. It meant she'd never been pleasured so much. And it told him that more than likely, as a passionate, intense lover, Bea didn't have any men who recovered as quick and were ready for more. With the way she bucked against with the same frenzy he gave her it was obvious she'd wear a man out. But she was about to learn that he wasn't like any of them.

Oh yes, she'll wear him out. But she also set his blood rushing down to his cock in zero to sixty seconds. He'd always be ready and hard for her.

His hands caressed her thighs then trailed up her waist and stomach. He cupped her full breasts in both hands and squeezed. Her head tipped back on to his shoulder as she moaned and started to rock her hips.

"That's right Bea," he whispered his gaze never leaving her face. Capturing her sensitive, hard nipples between his thumb and forefinger, he pulled and twisted them, making her arch against him, pulling his cock deeper inside her. "I'll always be hard for you. So take what you want."

Bea licked her lips and waited in anticipation for what she'll say or do next. And he didn't wait in vain.

"I want to ride you. I want to fuck you."

Lance smiled a wicked grin. "Then go ahead."

He let her slide out of him and push him to lay down on his back. The force of the loss from the brief seconds of losing their connection that hit him made him realize there was no way in hell he could let this be the last time he had her.

Bea straddled him and for one glorious moment he had a view of her lush breasts and dark tips, taut stomach and the small, triangular dark golden patch above her swollen pussy, before she took him in, leaving him with only two views left to admire.

She hissed as she took him all the way. "You okay baby?" He wasn't bragging but Lance had a big cock and she took him just fine earlier, even meeting his frantic, rough thrusts like she couldn't get enough. It never entered his mind that he'd hurt her. He didn't like that at all. He never wanted to hurt her. She was the most perfect thing in his life right now.

Bea was vibrant and passionate woman. Assertive and willing to do anything for the people she care about. He'd never met someone so loyal and giving. Of herself and right now of her body.

"Yes," she breathed. Her hands splayed on his chest as she slowly lifted up his shaft to his head then slammed down. Lance groaned in pleasure and gripped her hips to hold on. "You feel so good."

Lance had every intention of letting her have control but watching her breasts bouncing up and down as her hips rocked around him drove him mad. He wanted to possess her. Mark her. Own her.

His hands trailed up her thighs, gripped tightly at the dip in her waist and took over. He brought her down on his cock. Her cries rang out and echoed in the room but he'd stopped caring about how loud she was. Her voice, throaty and filled with passion was the kind of music best heard in its clarity. Not muffled and held back in low volumes. And right now his only goal was to rocket her to the brink of pleasure as she screamed his name.

She threw her head back, breaking their connection. Displeased, as he wanted her eyes on him and his on her so that he can watch her come, one hand left her waist and smacked her ass.

"Ah!"

"Look at me." Bea looked back down at him, meeting his violent thrusts by increasing her pace. "Never take your eyes off me." He smacked her ass again and groaned as she yelped and her pussy clenched around him in response. "I want to watch you come. You understand me?"

Smack!

The slap of her ass vibrated to his cock and Lance didn't know he could last any longer. He rubbed his stinging hands on the plump flesh. He was going to have make her climax now. He refused to come until her made her come again as promised.

"Pinch and pull your nipples," he commanded and was pleased that she complied so readily. Watching her please herself as she rode him made him feel powerful and humble at the same time. Bea was a stubborn and independent woman. And though she liked to hold her own in the bedroom, in their case her table and now his office, she also liked giving up control. Control a she probably rarely gave to other men. But would give to him.

His balls tightened signaling his own release coming. the vice like grip around his cock was growing stronger and stronger. Still she strained to reach for that final orgasm. His hand left her hip and pressed on her sensitive bud. His fingers circled on her clit furiously. And then she was coming, crying out his name as if it was some mantra that can save her from the overwhelming emotions raging through her body. And he joined her groaning out her name as he spilled his load into the condom, half wishing he wasn't wearing one, because after this they were truly done. There would be no reason he could see her again outside of business matter. To laugh with her or piss her off. To learn whether she preferred Star Trek or Star Wars.

She'll never let him touch her again. It gutted him that they'll only have this. When she collapsed against his chest, he wrapped his arms around her holding her close as if he could hold her there forever. And as their labored breathing returned to normal and they drifted to sleep, and long after she picked up her clothes and left his office, he was thinking of ways to ensure a future of all things he wants to experience again and have yet to with his Bea.

We're coming to conclusion to of Lance and Bea's story. Are you enjoying their romance insta-lust? Feel free to comment and don't forget to show your Wattys support by sharing Foreseen 2: Tall, Dark and Hateful on Twitter and using the hashtag #wattys2018! :-D