My focus falls from his face to between his legs as I watch him pull his dick out, wrapping a fist around it in one long stroke.He keeps his pants up. He still has his shirt on. And everything about this image is filthy.
It only gets more depraved when he uses two fingers to pull my panties to the side, and in my next breath, he fills me completely with his cock.
“Oh, fuck,” I cry as quietly as I can.
He sighs with relief. “God, I missed you.”
He gives us both only a second before he begins to move, his thighs slapping against the back of mine. It’s dirty and fast, both of us are still clothed. It’s also exactly what I need.
My mind goes blank, only focused on the way he feels inside me.
He feels like mine.
“You need me to fuck the anger out of you, baby?”
I nod desperately, chasing his thrusts.
“Are you going to be done with the attitude after this?”
“Are you?”
His chuckle is dark. “I don’t like seeing him with you.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because I hate that he got you first. I hate that he messed with your head, but I also love that he fucked it all up. Because you’re mine now, huh?”
I whimper into the desk, clawing at anything I can get my fingers around. Reaching back, I find his thigh, cupping my fingertips around the back of it to keep him close.
“Oh, fuck me,” he breathes out. Then he covers my hand with his own, offering this sweet moment while he takes me in an obscene way.
He cups his other palm over my shoulder, using me as leverage as he pounds into me from behind.
“The way you fit around me, Reese. You take it like you’re mine.”
“Yes, Em.”
“The way you cry my name sounds like you’re mine too.”
Oh God. I’m going to come.
“The way you clench around me feels like you’re mine.” He snaps his hips. “You feel incredible. You always feel so fucking good, Reese.”
It’s practically a growl the way the confession rips from his chest.
His hand slides between me and the desk, fingertips circling my clit.
“Oh my God, right there. Please. Please keep going.” I practically beg the words.
His other arm slips under my body, his palm circling my throat as he folds over me. Emmett lays adoring kisses along the back of my neck, a stark difference to the way he’s defiling me so perfectly.
“Do you want to be mine, Reese?”
I whimper. “I already am.”
His beard scrapes over my jaw as his mouth finds my ear. “You know what else you are? You’re a fucking boss, Reese. You don’t let other people come in here and make you question that. All of this is yours. I’m yours too. So remember who the fuck you are.”
“What’s that?” I ask through strangled breaths. “Yours?”
