He grips my hips so I’m riding him. I have to figure out where to put my knees, because the armrests don’t allow for swift movement. It takes me a moment, but the whole time I’m loving his massive cock between my legs.
I finally figure out what I’m doing. If I slide my legs through the armholes, then I can sit on top of him free and clear. I rise up on his shaft and slam my weight back down again, causing ripples of ecstasy to course between us.
His hands on my hips tighten, his face a mask of concentration. I know he’s holding off. He wants to give me as much satisfaction as I can milk from this encounter. But I want him to come.
I ride him like a cowgirl, tossing my hair this way and that. I arch my back, pressing my breasts up toward the ceiling. I’m wild and carefree. I’m driving myself back toward climax faster than I can believe.
A second orgasm overtakes me, causing me to shiver. I pant into his ear, my neck and the small of my back beaded with sweat. But he’s not finished. He eases me out of the chair, careful not to hurt me.
I drag my legs free, nearly exhausted from all the activity. He flips me over and presses my chest to the desk. My ass hangs over the lip, my slit exposed to his probing fingers. He slips three inside me, sending sparks racing through my vision.
I cry out, not sure if I can handle any more. I need him to come more than I’ve ever needed anything in my life. I want to satisfy him the way he’s satisfied me, but I’m losing strength.
He rams his thick cock back inside, causing me to stop breathing, feeling like I’m impaled from both ends. I press my eyes shut, drowning out the vision of the desk and all its paperwork. My cheek scrapes against the wood as Francisco slams into me. I can’t even feel my hands anymore, and I’m not sure if I’m holding onto anything.
My world narrows down to the heat in the center of my being and the massive cock rammed inside. I feel another climax approaching, and I know it will be even bigger than the one that came before.
I’m standing on a precipice, bent over oblivion, watching the universe unravel. It’s heaven, but I’m so far gone I can’t even appreciate it. He’s finally conquered the aching need that I felt all along. I’m finally full instead of empty, satisfied instead of full of longing, and fucked raw instead of celibate.
When he speeds up, I know he’s close to his own release. It’s the mother of all triumphs, knowing that he’s going to come inside me. I brace myself, dragging my lifeless arms to clutch at the edge of the desk. Just one more thrust, and I know we’ll fall together.
He forces himself as deep as he can, his fingers digging into my hips as he lets himself go. Fireworks explode in my mind, shattering reality and causing waves of ecstasy to crash over me. I hear a ringing in my ears, and the world shifts. I hang onto the desk for dear life, knowing that I’m safe but terrified that I’ll spin off into oblivion.
My heart pounds in my chest. My lungs ache for air. I open my eyes to see nothing but a curtain of hair. The clock ticks loudly in the silence that follows, proving that the world really did manage to survive.
His dick throbs inside me, the last of its efforts monumental. After a while, Francisco releases my hips and puts his hands on the desk beside me. He’s winded too, and we stand there, locked together at the midsection, trying to catch our breath.
The phone rings.
I groan, feeling like I’m a thousand years old. He slides himself out of me, reaching down to bring his pants back to his waistline. The phone just keeps ringing, calling me back from the brink.
Dazed, I hear him pick it up.
I’m still naked, still planted on the desk. My ass is still in the air, my legs weak and my arms like spaghetti. I moan, hauling myself to my feet. My tongue is dry, and I want something to drink. But the only thing Francisco has in his office is liquor.
I look around, trying to find my clothes. But then I see him frown. The phone is pressed to his ear, and he’s listening intently. But he’s also watching me. I get the sinking feeling that the phone call has something to do with Brandon.
“What is it?” I ask, feeling suddenly very exposed.
Francisco shakes his head. “Nothing.”
I know that’s not true. Someone just delivered some news, and from the looks of it, it isn’t good. My cheeks get hot. I can’t believe how horny I was and at such an inappropriate time. My brother is in crisis, and I’m here fooling around with someone I swore I was going to keep at arm’s length.
I gather up my clothes, shaking as I pull my pajama shirt back on. I don’t have any pants, but I chase down my underwear from the corner of the room. Stepping into the leg holes is like solvinga Rubix Cube. I’m not sure how to approach it, and the fabric is twisted. It takes me several tries.
I finally retrieve my robe and tug it on. Now I’m standing there, fully covered, my pussy aching and dripping from the pounding it received. I want to know what’s going on with my brother, but my fiancé won’t budge.
He scoops me up in his arms and kisses my nose. My lashes flutter. My heart leaps. I’m such a sucker for approval. Francisco’s attention makes me feel all warm inside. I try to come up with a way to force the information from him, but he doesn’t give me the chance. Leading me gently toward the door, he’s got a different plan altogether.
“Why don’t you go get dressed?” he suggests. “We’re going to find your brother.”
I search his eyes for the truth, sensing that he’s not giving it to me straight. But what can I do? I can’t go looking for my brother in my bathrobe. I bow to his superior reasoning and step outside. My guard looks up from his post near the door and nods. If he heard anything, he’s too much of a professional to remark on it. I keep my eyes down as I hurry through the house to the safety of my own suite.
CHAPTER 24
FRANCISCO
Iclose the door as soon as Marlena leaves. Damn. She’s quite a woman. My head is still fuzzy from the lovemaking, and I need a second to collect myself. I’m sure she knows that something is up. I’ve got an unparalleled poker face, but Marlena is different. She’s looking for reassurances and they’re coming off flat.
