“This what you wanted?” I growl, hiking her dress up around her waist. “To drive me fucking crazy until I bend you over and take what's mine?”
“Yes,” she gasps, arching her back to press that perfect ass against my cock.
Her black lace panties are a flimsy barrier between us. I hook my fingers into the delicate fabric and rip it clean off her body. I’ll be keeping these as a reminder that for one night, I had the thing I wanted most in this world.
“Look at you,” I mutter, running my fingers through her slick folds. “Already soaked for me. Were you this wet while Connors was whispering in your ear? Or is this just for me?”
“Just for you,” she pants, pushing back against my hand. “Always for you.”
I unbuckle my belt with my free hand; the metal clinks as I yank it open. The sound of my zipper coming down is obscenely loud in the quiet room. I free my cock, already rock hard and leaking, and guide it to her entrance.
My dick is pressed against her entrance, throbbing with need, and I'm seconds away from burying myself inside her. But even in my frenzied state, this thought breaks through.
“If you don't want this raw, don't fucking move,” I growl, my voice rough with restraint. “Not a goddamn inch, Hennessy. Because if you push back onto my dick right now, I'm going to take that as permission to fill you up without anything between us.”
She whines, a desperate sound that makes my cockjump. “I'm on birth control,” she breathes, arching her back slightly.
She pushes back against me, just enough that the head of my cock slips inside her tight heat. The sensation nearly brings me to my knees—hot, wet, and perfect. No barrier, nothing between us. Just Hennessy taking me inside her body like she was made for me.
“Fuck, that's it,” I groan, sinking deeper into her with one hard thrust that makes her cry out. “Taking me so fucking well. So goddamn tight.”
I bottom out inside her, my hips flush against her ass, and we both freeze for a moment, adjusting to the intensity. She's wrapped around me like a vise, pulsing and exquisite, and I know in this moment I'd burn down the whole world just to stay inside her.
“You feel that?” I snarl, grinding deeper. “Feel how perfectly you take me? No one else gets to have this, understand? No one else gets to feel this tight pussy stretching around their cock.”
“Yes,” she gasps, her fingers scrambling for purchase on the smooth conference table. “Only you, Beckham. Only you.”
I start to move, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, punctuated by her desperate moans and my guttural groans.
“That's right,” I growl, setting a punishing pace. “This pussy is mine now. I'm going to fill it up, mark you from the inside where no one can see, but we'll both know.”
I reach forward, tangling my fingers in her hair and yanking her head back so I can see her face contorted in pleasure. Her lips are parted, eyes glazed with need, cheeksflushed. She's fucking gorgeous like this—wrecked, desperate, and mine.
The table creaks beneath us, more things falling to the floor as I pound into her.
“Every fucking minute,” I growl into her ear, tightening my grip in her hair as I slam into her over and over. “Every minute of this weekend when you're not working, you're with me.”
She moans, pushing back against me, meeting each thrust with desperate need. “Yes, Beckham, God?—”
I pull out suddenly, spinning her around to face me. Her eyes are wide, confused by the loss of contact, lips parted and swollen. I lift her onto the table, shoving her thighs apart with my hands.
“On my dick,” I continue, positioning myself at her entrance again before driving back into her slick heat. “In my bed.” Another thrust, deeper this time. “On your knees.” I punctuate each location with a hard, deep stroke that makes her gasp. “Do you fucking understand me?”
Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me deeper as she nods frantically. “Yes, yes, I understand.”
I grip her jaw with one hand, forcing her to look at me. “I own you this weekend. You wanted me so badly? Well, you've got me for forty-eight more hours, so make it fucking count.”
“I will,” she promises, her voice breaking as I hit that spot deep inside her that makes her walls clench around me. “I'm yours, Beckham. All yours.”
“Say it again,” I demand, increasing my pace, the table shifting beneath us with each powerful thrust.
“I'm yours,” she gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders through my shirt. “Only yours.”
The possessiveness surging through me is primal, overwhelming. I hook my arms under her knees, pushing them up and apart, opening her even wider for me. The new angle has her crying out, her head falling back as I drive into her relentlessly.
“Look at you taking my cock,” I growl, watching where our bodies join. “So fucking perfect. Made for me. Tell me who this pussy belongs to.”
I can feel her getting close, her thighs trembling against my arms, her breathing becoming erratic. I slide one hand between us, my thumb finding her clit and circling it.
