He’s hitting spots I didn’t even know existed, and I’m lost in it, the world narrowing to just him, the sensation of his cock driving deep inside, the pressure building in me.
“Fuck,” I gasp. “Just… just like that.” He growls in response, his fingers moving faster on my clit, bringing me right to the edge.
He pulls out, and I practically whimper at the loss of him inside me. But he’s not done. Sasha takes hold of me again, turning me and positioning me, like I’m his toy to play with.
He sits me in front of him, files on his desk crinkling underneath me as he spreads my legs wide, hooking my knees over his shoulders. Then he’s back inside and this angle—fuck, it’s deep, his cock sliding in and out in a way that makes me see stars.
“Look at me.” The command is a growl through gritted teeth. I do. My walls clench tighter and tighter around him, gripping him hard, the coil in my core tightening to a breaking point.
“I’m… I’m…”
“Not yet,” he says. “Not until I say so.”
I lie back and he looms over me, his powerful muscles tensing and flexing with each push inside. With one hand, he grabs my wrists and holds them together over my head, his grip like steel. The other stays on my clit, his fingers slick with my wetness, circling and pressing in the way I need.
I’m right there, right there on the edge, my body shaking.
“Please,” I moan. “Sasha, God.”
“Ask for it.” It’s a demand—no negotiation. He slows his thrusts to a slow, torturous rhythm, taking me right to the edge and justholdingme there. It makes me want to scream. “Beg me to let you come, Gabriella.”
There’s something about the way he says my name, that possessive tone, like he owns me, that makes me clench harder. Part of me, some stubborn part of me, wants to tell him to screw off. But I’m too far gone to fight it.
“Please,” I gasp. “Please, let me come. Fuck, I need it. Please.”
“Good girl.”
The words send a fresh wave of heat through me. His fingers move faster on my clit, rubbing tight, tight circles. He pushes slow and deep, hitting that perfect spot.
“Now, come for me.”
The command pushes me over the edge, as if he’s in more control of my body than I am. The orgasm crashes through me like a hot wave, my walls clenching around his cock, pulsing as pleasure rips through me. It’s white-hot and blinding, blasting every thought out of my head.
Sasha doesn’t stop, plunging into me at a steady rhythm as I come. I can tell by the tightness of his muscles that he’s right on the verge. I reach around, placing my palms on his perfect, sculpted ass, guiding him into me. I want him to explode.
With one more deep thrust, he lets go. His cock throbs inside, his entire body tensing as he groans hard. A few more slow, measured thrusts and he’s drained inside me, his seed overflowing, dripping down my inner thigh. Aftershocks hit me hard, and I can’t see straight.
We stay like that for several moments, breathing ragged, the air thick with the scent of what we’ve just done. He’s still on top of me, his cock softening inside. Something about our connection in those moments makes the reality of what we’ve just done hit me like a bucket of ice water.
What the hell did I just do? I crossed a line. A big one. The afterglow fades, replaced with a sense of total mortification.
“You alright?” he asks.
No. Not even close.
Without thinking, I shove at his chest, pushing him away, as I scramble off the desk. I pull my shirt closed, buttoning the few buttons that didn’t get torn off. I don’t look at him, don’t make eye contact. But I can feel him watching, assessing. The intensity radiates off him, and I need to get away from it. Fast.
I need to say something, anything.
“That was a mistake,” I manage to get out. “It never should’ve happened.”
“Gabriella…”
I hate the way he says my name. He reaches for me, and I pivot away.
“Don’t—” I say, shaking my head, heart racing. He’s still standing there with his shirt open, his thick cock hanging out, not a trace of modesty on him. As much as I hate to admit it, even feeling the way I do, I still can’t help but drool over that gorgeous body.
But the look on his face… he knows exactly what he’s done.
