Dear Bad Boy || Ransom Drysdale

"Tell me you want this..." Ransom breathes into my ear the tickle of his lips excites me as they brush against my skin and electrify my every nerve. His fingers slow dancing along my hip, he snakes his arms around me ready to lift my body onto him as soon as he has permission.

"...I...I...can't," I whimper, trying my best to be strong, going over the reasons why we broke up and why I can't give in and fall back into his arms. Coming up empty.

He traces my lips with his tongue, lingering for the approval that I wish I couldn't give him, but I'm so incredibly feeble that I foolishly allow my lips to part. He takes this as consent and slips his tongue into my mouth, massaging mine gently at first picking up the pace with each passing moment. How is it that he can taste exactly the same, he's the drug I didn't know I was reliant on, the thing I didn't know I craved until I had it in my grasp again.

"Fuck Ransom," I moan feverishly, his hand slowly moves up my inner thigh his thumb grazing my moistening underwear. He continues to bruise my lips with his, his breath like sweet nectar, I inhale him like life support. Joining his kiss, as I melt into him. I can feel his stiffness built inside his jeans pressing against my hip begging for release, I turn myself around leaning my head back onto Ransoms shoulder, he feathers his lips along mine, pulling down the loose strap exposing my breast, sliding his hand into my underwear parting my slick slit with his thick finger I let out a sordid moan. I hadn't realised how much I longed to feel the touch of a man, especially this one. One hand works on my opening relishing in my sobbing pussy, and the other manipulates my nipple. He brings juices up to my clit swirling them around deliciously, the ecstasy of my orgasm sitting on the cusp of expulsion.

"I've missed your wet fucking pussy, Eva." He growls in my ear as his fingers thrash around my gushing cunt, "I need to be inside you." He begins fumbling with his trousers, I hike up my skirt as he bends me over my dressing table, thrusting his seeping cock into me. His hand rests on my shoulder gripping gently for support I reach for his hand and bring it to my throat forcing him to apply pressure, while I run my fingers around my decadently drenched slit feeling him pulsating inside me as I reach down further into my nook.

"Fuck me hard Ransom," my hoarse voice begging to be pummeled viciously, his throbbing penis stretching me wide and with each vigorous pound his head brushes against my g spot and I can't contain the squeal of sinful moans that escape my lips. My legs shudder under the weight of my cataclysmic orgasm threatening to erupt but I try my best to hold back, not wanting the thrill of this to end. Ransom lifts my leg onto the chair next to me spreading my pussy wide and tight, I see in the reflection of the mirror his eyes rolling in the back of his head, "I'm going to come Eva," he hammers me faster and harder than he ever has before. I can't hold onto my climax any longer and as my walls contract around him a gush of juices forces his cock out of my cunt, and he expels himself all over my bare pussy swimming in a coat of our mixed juices.

My legs are numb, and I collapse face first onto the dresser, barely holding myself up, my anatomy glistening exposed to the world, but I am too exhausted to care. Ransom cleans himself up with a tissue and tucks himself back into his pants. I decide its time to move, and I turn myself round facing him once again. His all-consuming eyes ardently searching my face for something. I am surprised he's still here.

"Eva Miller." He sneers over my name his eyes eagerly looking over my body as he bites his bottom lip.

Why did I let him fuck me? I am so weak. I should have chased him out of here. He reaches into his back pocket, handing me an envelope with my name beautifully scrawled across the thick, embossed cream paper. "What's this?" I say aloud as I open it. It's an invitation to Harlan's 80th birthday, which so happens to be when I'm in town. Of course, I'll go how could I not after everything he has done for me.

"Thank you, tell him I'll be there." a smile corners my lips.

"Good, see you then." Ransom grabs his coat from the stand and without so much as a look back, he leaves me.

I clean myself up the evidence of us running down my inner thighs, my vagina aching as I move around the dressing room gathering my things to leave.

"Miss Miller?" Lacey knocks the door blushingly.

"Come in Lace," I shout out, smiling awkwardly as she enters my pit of despair.

She throws herself onto my body wrapping her weepy arms around my neck, I cannot help but be self consciously aware of the smell of sex that fills the room, can she smell it? Can she tell that something wretched has just finished in here?

"Are you okay Miss Miller?" I watch as the tears build in her eyes, nostalgically jealous of her youth.

I nod, "totally fine." I lie, "just a little dehydrated I think." In more ways than one.

Lacey's tears tumble down her face as I hand her an envelope stuffed with cash, a bonus for putting up with my tyranny. I try my best to act normal, but less than 3 minutes ago I was being bent over the very desk that Lacey has just rested her hand on.

"Please consider me as your assistant in any future projects Miss Miller, it's been a pleasure to work for you. I'll miss you so much!" she wipes away snot and tears.

I find it hard to focus on anything other than what has just happened with Ransom, I am still trying to process it.

"This has been my dream job," she continues while I zone out, I nod every so often.

"Of course, Lacey. But only if you call me Eva." I pull her in for a hug, and over her shoulder I see Ransoms signature Drakes scarf peeking out from under the clothes rail.