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steps back to explore my body with his eyes . He smiled approvingly.
    My immediate reaction was to cover myself up, but I couldn't do it. My body broke out in goose bumps and I felt my legs begin to tremble. I was scared, yes, but I was more scared of not allowing this to happen. God, I wanted this man so much. I wanted him inside me – now.
    "You've got an incredible body , Lauren. You look ravishing."
    I took a deep breath and pulled myself together. I stood, legs apart, with my hands on my hips. If there's one thing I knew for sure, all the money in the world wouldn't be able to stop the average man turning to a lump of jelly in front of a gorgeous woman in sexy lingerie and high heels. For a man used to being in control, he was now at my mercy.
    I looked him up and down. "Your turn," I said. "Strip."
    He smiled and began to remove his clothes. "I thought you'd never ask," he said, grinning. I tried to contain my pleasure when I saw the swoops and curves of his chest as his shirt was tossed aside. He was pure muscle, broad and tall, and I wanted him to take me in his arms and make love to me. No, that's not right – I wanted more than that . I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted him to take me and utterly, completely fuck me .
    He slowly began to walk towards me in just a pair of tight black boxer shorts. He was semi - erect, and I could already tell that he was lon ger and bigger than any man I'd ever been with before. Hell, he was more of a man in every se nse of the word than anyone I'd been with before.
    Without warning, he slapped his hand against the front of my panties. I cried out, shocked at the explicitness of his actions. He rubbed his p alm slowly against my pubic bone, his fingers t o ying with my slick folds beneath the fabric. He cupped my face with his other hand. "You're soaking wet, Lauren," he said, his voice almost turning into a growl. "You think you're in control, but you're wrong. Your drenched pussy tells me all I need to know."
    He was right, of course, but I wasn't about to give up the upper hand just yet . "And your cock? Hard and beginning to rise? You have to touch me to know how wet I am. But I can see how aroused you are from across the room."
    "Really? I'm that big, huh?" He began to rub me more vigorously , finding my clit beneath my sopping panties with the tips of his finge rs. I moaned out. "Ohhh...y ou bastard."
    "Don't try to win this game, Lauren. I have you where I want you. I intend to take you, right here in this building, your moans echoing through this chamber. I always get what I want, and I want you."
    "Why…w hy me?" I gasped. I reached down and stroked at his erection through his underwear.
    "Because I think you're one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen, Lauren. Your appointment at my company was no accident. I've been watching you for these past four months, waiting for the opportunity to do this. You were mine from the day you walked in the door. You just didn't know it then."
    He unhooked my bra with his free hand and pulled it away, flicking his thumbs across my hard nipples. "Do you want this, Lauren? Do you want to be taken and fucked?"
    "No…" I lied, a last futile attempt to gain back some dominance. "You bastard. You’re a sexist, arrogant bastard …"
    "Yes, I am," he said, pulling at my panties. He began to slip them down over my hips and I felt a rush of cool air between my legs as my drenched pussy was exposed. "I'll ask you again, Lauren, even though your answer is irrelevant. Resist me if you want, but within the next few seconds I'll be inside you. Do you want that?”
    “No…” I smiled, clawing down his boxer shorts. “I mean…yes…”
    “Say it, Lauren. Tell me what you want me to do…”
    I felt my mouth shaping the words, my resolve shattered. I was unable to stop myself.
    “Fuck me, Jason…”
    He slowly descended and slipped my panties down my legs, their soaked lace tangling around my high heels before I managed to kick them away. He