“We can stop here,” she said as I tried—and failed—to gather breath. She hovered over me, her woolen suit brushing my bare nipples as she pressed a kiss to my forehead, my cheeks, my eyelids.
“No,” I whispered, my head fogging with a sweet afterglow. “No, I want to feel you inside me.”
“Dessi.”
Fuck, how could I tell her that I loved it when she slipped and called me by my first name?
I pressed my hips up, seeking the hot length of her cock. She groaned, her eyelids fluttering shut.
“Will you fuck me the way I’ve dreamed about?” I asked, the last of my survival instincts melting away in the debris of my orgasm.
Her gaze met mine, dark with a possessive greed that made my belly tremble.
“You dreamed about this?” She dragged her cock against my straining clit. “You dreamed about getting stretched out by my cock?”
Oh, she had a filthy mouth.
I whined in agreement, licking her neck.
“All the time,” I whispered into her ear. “Sometimes, I can only fall asleep if I imagine you bending me over your desk.”
I watched her eyes widen slightly before she masked her surprise.
“In my fantasy,” I said, unbuttoning her vest and slipping my fingers over her hard nipples. “I make a silly little mistake and you pull me over your knee where everyone can see us.”
Her breaths stuttered as I pinched the points of her nipples.
“And you spank me,” I stuttered. “Until I get so wet. Then you show everyone what a filthy omega I truly am.”
I angled my hips again, dragging my core over her cock.
The vein on her temple appeared, green and pulsing. Except this time, I knew that it had nothing to do with anger, and everything to do with my sopping wet pussy.
“I’m your filthy omega, aren’t I, Ms. Burns?” I breathed, slicking my tongue across the shell of her ear. “And filthy omegas get bred.”
I abandoned her nipples and reached down, angling her girthy cock where I needed her most.
“Breed me, Ms. Burns,” I whined as she sank down an inch, then another. “I’m yours. This is the only cock I want to suck. The only cock I want pounding inside me.”
“Dessi—”
My name was cut off as she pushed deeper, waiting for me to adjust before she inched further.
It had been a while since anything more than a vibrator had found its way inside me, but the sensation of being stretched and opened and owned was too delicious to stop.
“You’re so tight.”
The words were strained between clenched teeth, and I gave her a teasing squeeze just to test her a little more. She cursed, burying her face in my neck.
Oh.
I stilled, her cock buried halfway inside me as her tongue fluttered over my mating gland.
Motherfucker.I couldn’t find my breath. Any semblance of thought withered as quickly as it formed.
Perhaps logic should have reared its ugly head to tell her to back off. After all, this was most likely a one-time thing with no possibility of a future. There would be no biting, no claiming, no marking.
Absolutely not.
