Tommy Shelby Imagines

Every Day (NSFW)

"I think that concludes our business for today, Mr Shelby. Shall we schedule another meeting for say two weeks' time?"

"That'll be fine, Mr Matheson," Tommy nodded curtly, gathering his papers and stacking them neatly on the edge of his desk. "Miss Coates will telephone you to arrange it once she's had a look through my diary."

"Very good, Mr Shelby," the tubby, red faced man dabbed at his damp face with a yellow stained handkerchief. He gathered his briefcase and stood with a courteous nod.

Loreen stood by the doorway, her pile of notes from the meeting clutched to her chest. Mr Matheson grinned- well, leered- at her revealing rotting teeth and she plastered a polite smile on her face. Although she was certain it came across as looking somewhat pained. She couldn't stand the lecherous oaf. He put the heebie jeebies up her. He always stood too close and his odorous breath assaulted her nostrils. She truly pitied his poor wife. She had heard from Arthur that she was a sour old battleaxe who kept her legs squeezed so tightly together that she could crack walnuts between her thighs, but Loreen couldn't really say she blamed the woman.

"And it was a pleasure to see you again, Miss Coates," he reached out to shake her hand.

Holding back a shiver of revulsion, Loreen allowed him to take her hand in his rather sweaty one and shake it firmly. As usual, he held onto for just a few seconds too long, leaving her to graciously pull away.

"Brr," Loreen shivered as the door closed behind him.

She turned to grimace at Tommy, only to find him eyeballing her intently. His nostrils were flared and he was actually grinding his jaw. He stood up and veered around the desk, never taking his eyes off of her. He approached her like a wild animal stalking its prey, and Loreen frowned as he stopped right in front of her. He was actually shaking with barely contained rage, and before she knew what was coming he had shoved her against the wall and was kissing her desperately, sending the notes in her hands falling to the floor without a second thought.

His tongue plunged into Loreen's mouth as his hands roamed her body. She moaned as he bit at her lip, his fingers squeezing her nipples through the thin material of her blouse and chemise. His mouth left hers and began an assault down her jaw and then her neck, and she hissed with pained pleasure as he bit and sucked at her skin so hard that she knew he was going to leave her marked.

"I want everyone to know that you're fucking mine," he murmured, biting down once more as his hands skated down Loreen's waist. Down, down until he reached her skirt. Sliding his hands beneath, he ghosted over her hot core and she bit down on her lip to keep from crying out. "I won't have anyone coming in here and fucking you with their eyes or any other part they may try and use. You're fucking mine."

Loreen couldn't think about anything other than the torturous way that one finger slid underneath her knickers before plunging inside her without warning.

"I want to hear you say it," Tommy ordered, growling against her ear, biting on her lobe.

"I'm yours," she panted, her legs shaking beneath you.

"Good girl," Tommy murmured, adding another finger and curling them inside her. "You remember that I'm the only one who gets you wet like this."

Loreen nodded, but that wasn't good enough for Tommy. With his fingers thrusting in and out in a rhythm that was sending her almost over the edge already, his other hand grabbed her face and squeezed; his eyes seeking hers out and imploring her to answer him. "Say it," he growled.

"You," she moaned, closing her eyes as the pressure built inside her.

"Open your fucking eyes and look at me," Tommy gripped her face harder and Loreen forced her eyes open. "Tell me who it is that gets you wet like this."

"You Tommy," she moaned and writhed against his hands, shamelessly wanton. Her release was imminent and they both knew it. But just as she almost reached her peak, Tommy's hands pulled away from her, and she actually whimpered, desperate for him to continue and give what she so craved.

He pushed down on Loreen's shoulders, forcing her to her knees then he unbuckled his trousers and slid them down along with his boxer shorts. As his rigid cock sprung free, he grabbed her hair and tugged, forcing her to look up at him.

"Put my cock in your mouth like a good girl," he demanded, and she didn't even hesitate.

His hands squeezed and pulled at her hair, moving her into a rhythm that suited him. He thrust his hips, not caring when she took him as far as she could and almost gagged. She wouldn't complain. She wouldn't dare.

"Look at me," he barked. "I want to see that pretty little face while I fuck your mouth."

Loreen's eyes met Tommy's and he let out an uncharacteristic groan. She knew he was losing control already and she relished the power she had over the usually unflappable statue of a man before her.

With a growl, he yanked her up and with some force, pushed her towards the desk. He tore at her knickers like a wild animal, making short work of the lace material before forcing her face against the cold, hard wood.

He slid inside her with one hard thrust and she moaned wantonly as hands reached around and began manipulating her clit.

"Tommy," Loreen breathed as he pounded into her again and again.

Her face was literally crushed against the desk but she couldn't have cared less. All she cared about was the animalistic way that Tommy was fucking her. It was raw and primal. Tommy knew he was hurting her but he couldn't make himself slow down. All he knew was that he had to mark her and make her his.

He pinched Loreen's clit between his thumb and forefinger while he bent over her and sucked your earlobe into his mouth; his warm breath sending shivers down her neck.

"Tommy," Loreen gasped as her walls clenched around him and she saw stars.

She knew he was close. His thrusts were growing erratic; desperate almost and when he reached his own climax with a 'fuck' in her ear, she felt him spilling deep inside her.

"You feel my cum dripping down your thighs right now?" he whispered and Loreen nodded. "You feel that and you remember that you belong to me, and only me."

Later as she was sitting perched on the edge of the desk, smoothing out her rumpled clothes as best she could, she leaned forward and kissed Tommy languidly.

"Maybe we should get Mr Matheson in here for a meeting every week," she teased.

"Fuck that. How about every day?"