I want to eat my words before they’re even out of my mouth. I’m trying to be reasonable, levelheaded, but it’s hard when I’m thinking with the wrong head.
“Is that what you want?”
“Fuck no,” I growl, sliding my hands up her soft, creamy thighs. Her legs drop open further, and a soft sigh falls from her pretty pink lips as I swipe my thumb over her wet pussy. My eyes close, trying toretain a semblance of control. “Are you not wearing any underwear, beautiful?”
She smiles a devilish smirk and moves onto my lap. Her legs straddle my hips. She tips my chin up, capturing my lips with hers, our tongues mingling together.
I am painfully hard and desperately needy. My thoughts are solely focused on her. But even with all of that, I would stay just like this, her body wrapped around mine, kissing her soft, full lips until they’re red and chapped.
“Didn’t want them to get ruined.” She rocks her hips over me, and the last thread of control snaps.
I pick her up off me and spin her around.
“Put your hands on my desk and hold on.”
She listens without hesitation. Fire spreads through my veins. I hike her dress up over her ass. This view is unreal.
“I wish you could see what you look like, spread out for me like this.”
“I wish you would quit talking and fuck me.”
I free my dick in less than a blink and drag it over her wet center. “Don’t make a sound, beautiful. I’ll let you scream my name tonight, but right now, not a fucking peep. Can you do that?”
“Yes,” she moans.
“That’s one.”
“One what?”
“Make that two. If you keep making noise, I’ll be punishing you all goddamn night.” My hard length slides through her slit, again and again.
She squeals, a blush creeping up over her cheeks.
One hand wraps around her throat while I hold on tight to her hips with the other. Finally, I thrust into her warm, wet center. My visiondims, the joining of our bodies unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before her.
Her mouth falls open on a silent moan as I slam into her. It’s only been a few days without her, but now that I have her again, my dick sheathed inside her perfect pussy, it feels like the first time all over again.
Brielle shifts her ass back, taking me deeper, harder, urgently chasing her pleasure and heightening mine. The desk shakes on every powerful thrust, shit falling to the floor that I couldn’t care less about.
I can feel the first tremors of her orgasm start, clenching down on my cock. I shift my hand to her clit, and she drags out a long, low moan as she falls over the edge.
“That’s three,” I whisper in her ear, my voice strained, my own release building in the base of my spine. “It’s almost like you want me to leave my handprint on this ass.”
She turns her head to look back at me with sexed-up eyes and parted lips. “I do, Damian. I really do.”
I crash my lips into hers, needing more of her somehow.
“Fuck,” I groan into her mouth, burying myself inside her, my cum filling her up.
We take a moment to catch our breaths before I pull out of her, the evidence of our affair dripping down her thigh.
She spins around to face me, circling her arms around my neck and threading her fingers through my hair.
“I didn’t like when you pulled away from me.” She looks up at me with that dark blue gaze that I fall into.
“I got that message.” I smirk, placing a chaste kiss to her swollen lips. “It won’t happen again. If it was up to me, I’d make you leave this office with my cum dripping down your leg for everyone to see who you belong to.”
“And I’d wear it proudly, like a badge of honor.”
