“You’re a fucking dream,” he said in a rasp.
He yanked me off the desk and twisted me around, then shoved my front down onto the desk in such a fast motion that I became limp, my body completely at his mercy and whatever person I had drawn out of him. He slapped my ass so hard that I cried out.
"That's it," he said, yanking my left leg off the ground. "Bend your knee. Get that sexy thigh on the desk and sprawl this pussy out for me."
The inside of my thigh landed by my side, cold air hitting my wet sex. He moved my arm so that I was holding my leg up, and he spanked my ass again before shoving my face down onto the desk.
“Grab the edge of that desk, baby, and hold your leg wide,” he said. “Don’t let go even when you want to.”
I heard the noise of his dropping pants, felt his cock beat against the now-sensitive spot on my cheek, and I whimpered into his jacket.
And when he slammed into me, I knew there was no going back. Goddamn, that fucking cock.
His dick filled me and filled me. Every thrust rougher than the last. His hand was on my face, smushing my cheek into the desk, his other atop mine on my thigh. My ass ached with every hit from his pelvis, the top of my right thigh bruising against the lip of the desk. I gripped the other edge. My scream muffled into his jacket, my hand numbing around the edge. He railed into me, fucking me dirty and unmercifully.
God, it was amazing.
I loved how he could go from sweet and giving to this…animal.
Fucking hell.
And it feltso goodto scream.
I wondered what I looked like then—bent over my desk, scarf wrapped around my head, my legs spread wide while he fucked me so hard that I was already on the verge of coming.
I wanted to record just the noises of our bodies slapping together, the sounds of my pussy responding to his cock, his moans, and mine. Shit, to think how he groaned was all because of how I felt around him... that was enough to make me come.
“Gavin—shit, right there,right there!” I cried when he hit the right spot. “Don’t stop.” I began to wiggle and writhe, my body unsure of if it could take that pleasure.
“I won’t, baby,” he swore. “Gods, you feel good.Chloe.”
Saliva dribbled from my lips onto the desk. I couldn't close my mouth or move with his grip. He threaded his fingers in my hair and yanked my head, arching me and sending a pulse down my spine. I was stretched, my muscles on edge and ready to snap. That orgasm teetered on the tip of my body. I tried squeezing my thighs to keep from coming again, but it was useless.
He had me spread and begging, and fucking Eros... I had no choice but to let go of all restraint. My willpower was shot.
I surrendered.
“Fuck, baby, are you coming for me?” he asked.
“Yes.” I screamed his name.
“Shit, you’re so tight,” he hissed. “Gods, Chloe—“
I couldn’t hold it back. He lifted my leg off the desk and shoved my face down again, pushing my muscles past their breaking point, and he rode me through that orgasm. He fucked my throbbing cunt, the noises of our sweating bodies, our moans, and my squelching pussy sounding aloud in the quiet room. Tears fell from my eyes. I sobbed into his jacket. I couldn't breathe. It was so fucking much.
I never wanted it to end.
He was nearly on top of me as he pressed his weight into my head and jolted at my thigh, his hand bruising my skin and defiling my body. He cursed again, and I felt him come inside me. His body stilled, cock buried to the hilt as he released.
The pressure on my face lifted when his hand moved, and I could finally breathe again. He let my foot touch the floor—my leg a limp, numb mess of what had once been muscles and bone and flesh.
His arms wrapped around my thighs, and he collapsed atop me. I tried to steady my breath as his chest rose and fell against my back. We settled there, both too satiated to move. I still couldn’t see, and with him, I didn’t care if I ever did. I trusted him to guide me through the rest of our lives without the fear of becoming lost.
My skin tingled as he kissed down my spine, one vertebra at a time. He slowly pulled from inside me and cupped my body, tugging me up and around, so our chests were once more flush. I held tight to his waist, his wet cock against my abdomen. I couldn't stand upright on my own. Not yet, at least. I felt him unraveling the scarf around my head. The light hit my eyes. I had to blink at the brightness around us, though a smile slipped on my lips when my eyes landed on his face.
His hair was a mess, his cheeks red, mouth still sagging. The gleam in his eyes made my heart melt. I reached up, trying to make his hair a little tidier but failing spectacularly. A crooked smirk lifted his mouth at my frustration, and he leaned forward, his nose brushing mine.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
