My cock has never been so hard. I need her.
I lean in and suck each nipple one by one, letting them pop from my mouth before skating over them with my teeth, then reach between her legs, smoothing my hand up between the damp heat of her thighs.
“You’re already so wet for me,” I say, sliding two fingers inside of her.
She moans at my touch, and the sound hits me like a thousand volts taking me straight back to Christmas eight years ago. We were in this same spot. We’d agreed that it was over, but the physical chemistry was hard to deny, so we decided to give each other one last ride. One last moment together.
Memory after memory plays. Her on her knees, sucking my cock. The moans. Her quivering pussy tightening around my fingers like it is now.
I rub my palm up her spine as she unbuttons my jeans. There’s so much I want to do to her, so many places I need to touch her, but right now, all I can think about is the glossy sheen of her pleasure on my face, and how desperately I want it.
My fingers thrust inside of her one last time, then I bend to my knees, tug her to the edge of the desk, kiss my way up her soft thighs, and dive in.
Chapter Eleven
Marley
I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about this once or twice… or a million times over the past eight years. Some nights, the thoughts of this were what got me through. I always felt guilty about it, but I convinced myself that people fantasize about all kinds of things. This was no different.
Trouble is, deep down, I knew it was. My body knew it too. Too bad I wasn’t listening to my body. I think it’ll baffle me for a really long time at how long I was with a man like Richard, at how many years I wasted, but right now, I’m living in the moment.
I rock up against Tex’s face, scrubbing my sensitive pussy against his beard as he growls and grabs my hips, feasting on me as though it’s the first time he’s eaten in years.
Why is he so perfect? Not only his looks, but his soul too. I swear he’s the last good man on the planet. The last man who wants to treat a woman like a woman. The last man who wants the kind of love that feels old-fashioned and warm.
My breath catches as he slides his fingers back inside of me, his tongue twisting circles around my clit.
“Oh my God,” I moan and lift my hips off the desk, grinding against him over and over again. “You’re so good at that.”
He sits up, his face glistening, his fingers still inside of me. “You’re easy to eat.” His voice is deep, and as his broad shoulders rise from between my legs, I nearly come at the sight of him. He’s so big, so masculine, so perfect.
“You’re beautiful, honey. Now tell me where you belong.” He lifts me from the desk, my knees shaking as he sets me down in front of him.
“I belong with you,” I say with pride in my words. “I’m yours.”
“Good girl,” he growls. “Now say it on your knees with my cock in your mouth.”
Yes, yes, yes!I’m going to explode. My clit is literally twitching. I bend down to my knees and stare up at my giant. The guy who’s always kept me safe. The guy who’s looked out for me, even miles away. Then I slide his cock into my mouth, letting the thickness spread my lips wide until I’m gagging on his length.
“Good girl. Take it all.” He thrusts into my mouth, bucking forward as I hum onto his dick, my eyes watering.
“Right there,” he groans as he thrusts in and out of my mouth. “Suck it just like that, honey.” He holds his hand in my hair as I work. “Oh fuck. You’ve gotta stop or you’re gonna have a mouthful.”
He pulls back and bends down in one fluid motion, lifting me up from the ground like a rag doll before bending me over the dark wood desk with a possession in his touch I can’t get enough of.
“Spread your legs for me. Show me all the parts of you I’m about to explore.” He tucks his hand down first and presses over my pussy, feeling the wetness before landing his cock against my entrance.
My toes, barely touching the floor, curl up as he edges in.
“Oh damn,” I sigh and stay bent forward, his touch throwing me back and forth against the smooth wood, my nipples rubbing against the grain. A moment later, a pinch of discomfort echoes through my body and the full length of him presses in.
“That’s a good girl,” he growls, “taking all of me. You want me to fill you up?”
I whimper out a reply that sounds like yes as he rails me over and over again, bringing me back to the days we used to spend in this office with the door locked, people less than ten feet away.
We were freaks together, and now, I have no idea why I ever ended it.
“Good, then I want to feel you come first. You come, and I’ll fill your little body up with babies.”
