He brackets his hands around my flesh, the veins in his arms popping as he forces my legs apart.
“You won’t even remember his name when I’m done with you, Hallie. Husband or not.”
His gaze drops between my thighs and each warm breath he takes skates over my skin leaving goosebumps behind.
“I don’t understand. Don’t you have questions? Aren’t you mad?”
“I’m livid. But I’ve also waited a long time to do this.”
There’s a shimmer glossing over the rage. It passes through those dreamy eyes the way it does when he does something charming. When he acts like a gentleman.
His attention returns between my legs where he’s spreading my pussy lips wide with two fingers.
He pulls his chair closer.
And spits directly on my clit.
“Mine,” he growls.
I jolt off the smooth wood surface as he engulfs my clit with his mouth and sucks.
“No, you don’t, Baby girl. You aren’t going anywhere.” He slides both hands under my ass and grabs it, slamming me down on the desk, sinking back into me with a groan like he’s in ecstasy. “So damn beautiful.”
My breath comes in pants as arousal thrums through my body, all at his command. It doesn’t matter that my head’s spinning with confusion, my body reacts to him like a crazed fan meeting their hero; eager and desperate to relish every second.
He gives my ass a firm squeeze before freeing one hand and spearing me with two fingers. He curses at the way I whimper from the intrusion and gets straight into eating me out fiercely.
“Jesus, you’re soaking.” He pumps his fingers in and out of me, and my body makes obscene wet sounds.
“Sterling,” I whimper. “What?—?”
“You learn so much more by listening and not talking, Hallie.” He sucks my clit hard again, making my back bow as another wave of wetness runs down his fingers. “So why don’t you talk? And I’ll listen.”
He pushes his face into me, eating me out like a man possessed. His darkened gaze bores into mine.
Last night was amazing. Hot, but tender too.
This is… this is pure carnal desire.
“Start talking while I enjoy your pretty cunt, Baby girl,” he growls.
Yep, dirty, filthy, carnal desire.
“H-he’s not my husband,” I moan as Sterling adds a third finger and my body accepts it greedily.
I pause and his fingers halt in their movements, his tongue leaving my clit. I want to squeal at the loss.
“B-but he was for a few hours,” I confess.
He curls his fingers and strokes my G-spot, sucking my clit between his lips again.
“God, Sterling, please.”
“Keep going, Hallie.”
He swirls his tongue in circles over my swollen clit, rewarding me for every word I speak. I’m desperate for him to keep going. Not just for the mind-blowing pleasure that’s taking over my body, but because I want to tell him.
I need to tell him.
