Jesus Christ. My cock stiffens immediately at her words, at the sight of her on that chair, looking at me with hunger in her eyes. “Are you sure? Here?”
“I’ve never been more sure of anything.” She leans back, her hands gripping the arms of the chair. “I want you totake me right here, where I used to hide from him. I want to replace those memories with you. With us.”
I cross to her in three strides, my hands framing her face as I kiss her hard, swallowing her gasp of surprise. Her lips part for me instantly, her tongue sliding against mine as her hands fist in my shirt, pulling me closer.
“Tell me what you want,” I growl against her mouth. “Exactly what you want.”
“I want you to be rough,” she whispers, her breath hot against my lips. “Choke me. Bite me. Spank me. Make me yours, Anthony. Erase him completely.”
Something primal roars to life inside me at her words. I’ve always been careful with Lila, mindful of her past, but she’s asking for something different now. She’s asking me to help her reclaim not just her books, but her sexuality, her power.
“Stand up,” I order, my voice rough with desire.
She complies instantly, her eyes wide and dark as she looks up at me. I spin her around, pressing her back against my torso, one arm wrapped around her waist while my other hand finds her throat. Pulling her close, I apply just enough pressure to make her breath catch, my lips at her ear.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll forget your own name,” I promise, feeling her shiver against me. “But you’ll remember mine, because I’m going to make you scream it.”
“Yes,” she gasps, arching into me. “Mmm,” she hums.
I release her throat to spin her around again, my hands finding the hem of her skirt and yanking it up around her waist. Her panties are simple black cotton, practical for a workday, but the sight of them still makes my mouth water.I hook my fingers in the waistband and drag them down her legs, dropping to my knees to help her step out of them.
While I’m down there, I can’t resist pressing a kiss to her inner thigh, feeling the muscle jump under my lips. She’s already wet. I can see her arousal, and it drives me fucking crazy knowing how much she wants this, wants me.
“Anthony,” she moans, her fingers threading through my hair. “Don’t tease me. Not today.”
I stand, unbuckling my belt with quick, efficient movements. “On the chair. Face down, ass up.”
Her eyes widen at the command, but she moves quickly, positioning herself on the lavender chair exactly as I instructed. The sight of her like that. Bent over, skirt bunched around her waist, perfect ass exposed. It nearly makes me lose my mind.
I free my cock from my jeans, already hard as steel and leaking at the tip. In two steps I’m behind her, one hand gripping her hip while the other slides between her legs, finding her soaked and ready.
“Fuck, Lila,” I groan, sliding two fingers into her pussy. “You’re dripping for me.”
She pushes back against my hand, desperate for more. “Anthony. I need you inside me.”
I withdraw my fingers, replacing them with the head of my cock, teasing her entrance. “Look at you, begging for my cock on the same chair where you used to hide from him. You’re not hiding anymore, are you?”
“No,” she gasps as I push just the tip inside her.
“Good girl,” I praise, then thrust into her hard, burying myself to the hilt in one powerful stroke.
She cries out, her body clenching around me, adjusting to the sudden fullness. I give her only a moment before I start moving, setting a punishing pace that has the chair shifting beneath us. My fingers dig into her hips hard enough to leave marks, claiming her in the most primitive way.
“Is this what you wanted?” I ask, punctuating each word with a thrust. “To be fucked hard in your safe space?”
“Yes,” she moans, pushing back to meet each thrust.
I reach forward, gathering her hair in my fist and pulling just hard enough to arch her back. My other hand slides around to her throat. I squeeze hard enough that I can feel her pulse beneath my fingers.
“You’re mine now,” I tell her, my voice rough with exertion and emotion. “Say it.”
“I’m yours,” she gasps, the words slightly choked by my hand on her throat. “Anthony.”
I release her hair to reach beneath her, finding her clit with practiced ease. She jerks at the contact, a high, keening sound escaping her lips. I circle the sensitive bud with my fingers, matching the rhythm of my thrusts, feeling her body tighten around me.
“That’s it,” I encourage, releasing her throat to lean down and bite the junction of her neck and shoulder, hard enough to leave a mark but not break skin. “Come for me, Lila. Let me feel that beautiful pussy strangle my cock.”
The bite does it. She comes with a scream, her body clamping down on my cock like a vise, pulsing around me in waves that nearly trigger my own release. But I’m not done with her yet.
