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The pressure he is applying to my hair makes me unable to form a sound, so I nod my head.

That action results in another jolt of pain. I whimper slightly before giving him the answer he wants to hear; "Yes sir."

His chest rumbles in satisfaction. He lets go off my hair, and my head shoots back to the front. I lift my hand from the desk to my head, but he grabs it and pushes it down again.

"Never change position without my approval," he says strictly.

This is going to be harder than I thought.

I can feel Grayson's hot breath in my neck, his front is pressed against my back. He is been kissing my neck for a minute or two now, and he is torturing me. He is punishing me for not behaving earlier.

I press my body against Grayson's, indicating I want him to give me what I need. He growls in response.

"Don't!" His hands grab my hips tightly, stopping my movements.

I still try to push my bottom against him, if I get him more aroused, he'll slowly lose the control he clearly loves to have. But he is in for a treat if he thinks I'm going to let him control me every single moment.

I lift my hand to his neck, pulling his head back into my neck. He reacts by letting go of my hips with one hand and grabbing my hand to put it back in place, but I quickly turn around, smashing my lips on his.

I move my hands over his chest, I feel his chest vibrating as he slightly groans at the sensation of my hands. I move my hands further down to the hem of his shirt and grab it. I lift it over his head, only breaking away from our kiss just a split second to throw the shirt across the room next.

I move my lips to his jawline, slowly kissing every centimetre of it. I then go back to his lips for a quick, passionate kiss. I slowly make my way to his neck, softly sucking on his skin. His hands are roaming over my body, he removes my shirt as well. 

I move further down, bending my legs. My lips kiss every square from his six-pack and his hands are tangled in my hair. My lips find their way to his V-line, disappearing behind his sweatpants. I slowly kiss from one end across the line, letting my tongue slip out sometimes.

If I would be deaf and not be able to hear his groans of approval, then the bulge in front of eyes would have given him away. My hands are about to grab his sweatpants, wanting them to go down. But Grayson pulls me back up.

"Not so fast," he says, before he grabs my waist and puts me on the desk. My legs open, inviting him in between them. He takes the opportunity and grinds himself against my core, causing a shiver of pleasure to race through me and me to let out a moan.

I want to respond with my hips, but he moves away already. He goes to his knees and pulls down my yoga pants. I think I heard them making a ripping sound, but decide not to care about it as soon as his lips kiss my inner thighs. His hands grab my legs to steady me as I start moving around, wanting him to move further up.

My hands find their way to his hair, and they run through it, causing it to stick in every direction. I slightly chuckle at the sight, earning a confused look from Grayson. Luckily he doesn't mind and goes back to torturing me.

I try to use my hands to direct him closer to me, but he pulls away instead. He takes my hands once again and puts them on the desk a little behind me.

"Listen very carefully miss Rose," he grins at me, my face must show my fear a little, "You will not touch me unless I say so, I will go on my pace, or this is going to end very good for me and probably very disappointing for you." 

"What if I don't listen?" I ask, not sure where the confidence came from.

"Then I'll have to tie your hands together, but then you can't use them later," he finishes with a wink at the last part. "So, will you comply to my wishes?"

"Yes sir," I say, nodding my head as well. 

"Good girl," he says, letting go of my hands and bending his knees again, his hands grab my upper legs. His mouth is now so close to my center, I can feel the hot air leaving his lungs with every breath he takes.

His fingers caress me through my slip, I can feel my wetness slipping through. His fingers start making slow circles and I throw my head back in pleasure. I can't help but to moan at the feeling, his fingers go a little faster. 

The want to move my hands is growing stronger and stronger, it's hard to keep them in place. So, I'm glad when his fingers leave me for a moment in order to take my slip off. He licks his lips at the sight of me half-naked in front of him. 

He places his lips on my sex, he kisses it slowly. He lets his tongue slip out of his mouth, he runs it along my folds. I moan, taking in the sensation. I've never felt anything like this. 

I have no clue what exactly he is doing, but it feels amazing and I don't want him to stop! 

I gasp as I feel his tongue entering me, it doesn't go in very deep, but it hits all the right spots. Causing me to moan as loud as I can. 

"Grayson.." I moan out, his tongue leaves me and I look at him.

He stares at me. "I want you to moan Travis," he demands.

"Is that your first name?" I ask, I'm weirdly satisfied with myself, knowing I was right about Grayson not being his first name.

He doesn't answer in words, he nods his head before going down on me again.

Instead of his tongue, he pushes one of his fingers inside of me.

I arch my back at the feeling, "Travis!" I moan, also tasting his name on my lips. 

He adds a second and a third finger, stretching me and he starts to slowly fuck me with his fingers. I move my hips, so I can feel his fingers deeper inside of me. He moves up and he brings me closer to him. 

"Use your hands as you kiss me," he orders before capturing my lips in a passionate kiss. 

I lift my hands immediately and start exploring his body again. His fingers never leave me, I can feel my wetness dripping out of me, over his fingers. But he doesn't seem to care at all, he groans through our kiss.

His fingers go quicker in and out of me and his thumb makes slow circles over my clit in an almost painful way. I feel his fingers curl inside of me, and before I know it an orgasm heavier than any other I ever had comes crashing through me.

I scream, but his mouth still on mine softens the sound. 

His fingers leave my body and he pulls away from me, I'm still coming down from my high as I watch him lift his fingers to his mouth and putting them one by one in his mouth, sucking my juices off of them. 

Once he's done he takes off his sweatpants, and his boxers come off with his pants as well. 

His member jumps out, my mouth falls open at the sight of his length and thickness. That's going to enter me? NO WAY is that ever going to fit!

Travis must have sensed my nervousness, because he comes closer and takes of my sport bra. 

"Don't worry, I'll go slow," he says with a smirk that kind of tells me he won't go slow.

His lips graze my nipples, and they harden instantly. With one hand he cups one breast, and his tongue circles the other. He massages one breast and then switches.

His lips leave my breast and he goes back to kissing me, I feel him move a little and the next thing I know he has entered me with one hard thrust. The gasp I make is used by him to enter my mouth with his tongue.

The pain I felt slowly goes away, and I start enjoying him inside of me. I move my hips, signalling I'm ready for him to move.

He is moving slowly in and out of me, not letting him slip entirely out of me.

"O my god, you're so big," I pant.

He stops moving and chuckles a little, "Oh baby, it's not even half way in."

My eyes open wide and my mouth falls open, you've got to be kidding me!

Travis wraps his arms around me, pulling me closer and starts thrusting harder. And I indeed feel him move even deeper inside of me than before.

"You're so tight," he groans. His hands grab my ass and start squeezing. He moves his lips to my breast and starts caressing them again. 

My hands are in his hair and I can't do anything but moan his name.

Travis picks up the pace which causes my second orgasm to start building. But whenever he feels I'm on the edge, he slows down just a little. Not letting me jump of the cliff, into the river of pure pleasure.

His moaning becomes harder, and it is a mixture of growls and moans. 

"You ready?" He asks.

Not sure why he wants to know that I answer, "Yes!!" 

"Yes, what?" He growls, slowing down a little.

I don't want him to stop, so I scream "Yes sir, please Travis, please!"

Travis makes a inaudible noise and goes even faster. The only sound hearable is our skin slapping against each other and the animalistic sounds leaving our throats. 

I feel the orgasm building again, I'm standing on the edge. And instead of Travis pulling me back, he is standing right next to me, ready to jump as well.

With one powerful thrust we jump, and I get why he asked if I was ready. My arms let go of him, if he wasn't holding me up, I would have fallen with my back on the desk. The orgasm crashes through me, more intensive than any other I've ever had.

He groans loudly, indicating he feels the same. He doesn't pull out straight away, after his orgasm dies out he moves a little more, keeping my orgasm going for a few more seconds.

He pulls out once my orgasm dies out as well, he lets his body fall over mine as I lay back on the desk. 

We're both panting, trying to catch our breaths.

Travis lifts himself a little and kisses my forehead, "That was amazing."

"Yes sir, it was." I answer, still out of breath.

His chest rumbles in approval of my word choice.

We slowly get off the desk, as we look at each other we see how sweaty we are.

We look into each others eyes and come to a mutual understanding; we need a shower, a real one. Not after-sex-sex in the shower.