I kiss her swollen lips, sliding my teeth over the lower one, making her tremble.
“Baby girl, I can feel your wetness soaking through my pants,” I say with a tortured groan.
She gasps, but I swallow the sound with another searing kiss and take each of her hands from my hair, pinning them against the wall above her head.
“Take what you need,” I coax as I slide my tongue inside her mouth again.
She doesn’t hesitate, and the whimper from her throat as she rotates her hips is like a goddamn invitation for my dick to get as hard as steel.
“That’s my good girl,” I groan, pulling back to admire her flushed face. “Grind on it. Use it to make you feel good.”
She wiggles, but I don’t give her any more space. I hold her against the door as she squirms, dragging her damp panties in circles over the head of my aching dick.
“Sterling,” she pleads.
“I love the way you moan my name. Like you’re desperate for me to sink inside you and make you mine.”
“Oh my god.” She shudders in my arms.
I reposition myself before she allows doubt over what we’re doing to creep in. When I move again, the length of my cock is forced against the hot apex of her thighs.
Her eyes pop wide.
“Now, make yourself come.”
I capture her lips with a guttural growl.
“Make yourself come over my cock, Baby girl.”
All civility leaves me when she pauses and stares at me like she’s overthinking.
Now isn’t the time for her to let her thoughts about us worry her.
I can’t lose her again. Can’t watch her walk away like she did in my office. Not until she sees how good we could be together.
I grind my rock-hard dick against her, making her eyes roll.
“I’m not getting any younger here, Hallie. Use my cock. And damn well show me what you look like when you come!” I bark.
She mewls, jumping back into life like my words have breathed life back into her, and gives over to her pleasure, digging her heels into my back, urging me to move with her.
“That’s it, good girl.”
I roll my hips in time with her a mere fraction, wanting her to do the work. To take what she wants. To accept that as much as she’s going to wreck me if she leaves after this, that maybe a part of her will be broken too.
I place my forehead against hers, staring at her as her movements grow more urgent, more desperate.
“Please,” she moans, moving as much as the position I have her in allows her to.
“Look at me.”
Her eyelids shutter as she looks at me, teetering dangerously close to the edge.
My breath stalls in my throat as she whimpers out my name and rolls her hips, coating my pants in warm, slick heat. It seeps through the fabric, making every muscle in my body coil tight.
I let go of her wrists and grab two handfuls of her ass, unable to stop myself from thrusting my hips. It’s like instinct has taken over, insisting that I do whatever it takes to show her she’s supposed to be mine.
Like driving my aching cock over her in punishing strokes.
