God, if her mouth tasted this sweet, he could only imagine how sweet her pussy would taste. And he had a sudden urgency to find out.
He wrapped his arms around her, hauling her body into his until there wasnospace between them, until her softness melted into his much harder frame and molded to his. He could feel her breasts, even the turgid points of her nipples through what had to be a sheer, lacy bra for all theprotection it offered. For that matter, she likely wasn’t wearing one since the dress didn’t allow much in the way of the inner trappings.
Just the thought of there being nothing between him and those beautiful breasts, those nipples thrusting against his chest, except the sheer dress she wore had his dick roaring to life and surging against his pants like a randy teenager making it with his girlfriend for the first time.
Mindful of his desire to taste her feminine nectar, he reached down and swept her into his arms, ignoring her sudden cry of alarm. She didn’t fight him. If she had, he would have offered her reassurance that he damn sure wasn’t going to hurt her. She merely lay rigid in his arms, her breaths coming in sporadic bursts, her cheeks a delectable shade of pink.
She was flush with arousal and he enjoyed savage satisfaction over the fact that she wanted him. Fucking a snowdrift? Her ex had to be out of his fucking mind. Drake didn’t need to be balls deep inside her to know she’d have him going up in flames. He was about to come in his pants and he hadn’t even gotten her on his desk or her dress up to her waist.
He set her ass on the edge of his desk and with an impatient gesture, he swept the surface of his work area clean, knocking the contents to the floor. Shit scattered in all directions and her eyes widened, her pupils dilated so that only a thin ring of blue circled the black orbs as she stared warily at him.
Not giving her any time to think, much less gather her scattered emotions, he eased her down until she lay flat on her back on the desk and her legs dangled over the side of his desk. It made him a complete bastard because he was absolutely taking advantage of a woman who was still reeling from the events of the night. But at the moment, he didn’t give a fuck because he was consumed by the need to taste her. To give her a taste of what her shithead ex hadn’t bothered, or was unable, to give her.
She would leave here satisfied completely and then she’d return to him. Oh yes, she would be his. She just didn’t know that. Yet.
He gently slipped her shoes off, hesitating just a second because the idea of him being between her legs with only those shoes had his dick already leaking pre-cum. That was for later. He’d fuck her in those shoes and nothing else.
He dropped the heels onto the floor and then shoved her dress up her legs and over her hips to gather around her belly. She was clad in lacy, sheer panties that covered golden curls at the V of her thighs. He tugged the thin band, sliding the sheer material down her thighs to her heels and let them drop to the floor.
Impatiently, he nudged her thighs apart and groaned when he got an unimpeded view of her glistening arousal. The pink lips of her pussy beckoned him and he lowered his head, running his tongue between her lips from her slick entrance to her quivering clit.
She cried out and arched violently upward, her legs shaking spasmodically. Clamping his hands on her hips, he held her firmly in place as he began sucking and licking in long strokes. Moisture surged onto his tongue and to his satisfaction he’d been right. She tasted every bit as delicious as he’d imagined.
He could die a happy man between her legs, his tongue lightly fucking her, tasting her from the inside out. With light laps, he worked his way up to her clit and circled the taut bud until she let out a keening wail. Then he rimmed her entrance with the blunt tip of one fingertip, slipping only the slightest way in.
As she got wetter around his finger, he grew bolder with both his hand and his tongue. He stroked her velvety walls, reaching deeper to the slightly rougher area of her G-spot. As soon as he exerted light pressure and suckled gently at her pulsing clitoris, she went wild, bucking, her breaths loud and forceful.
“Oh my God,” she said in awe, wonder in her voice. “I had no idea it could be this way, that it could feel so good. So...perfect.”
Her words slid over his ears like the finest silk and he experienced an ego boost like no other he’d ever felt. This woman deserved a man who could satisfy and please her in bed, and he had every intention of being that man. He was claiming her, putting his stamp on her, even if he didn’t fully possess her tonight.
Knowing he would have her fully, completely, gave him a surge of sheer male satisfaction.
He gently sucked her pulsing clit between his lips as he added a second finger, stroking in and out.
“Oh. Oh!” she gasped. “I don’t want it to end. It’s too perfect. Oh my God. What do I do? I feel like I’m coming apart!”
“Let it happen, Angel,” he murmured. “Let yourself feel the pleasure and forget all about the past. This is how it should feel when a man takes care of his woman and isn’t a selfish bastard out to please only himself.”
He stretched her more with his fingers and then began to stroke in and out, enjoying the silky walls of her pussy. He licked and sucked at her clit until her entire body was rigid, her bottom lifted entirely off the desk as if desperate for his mouth.
He felt the ripple of her pussy around his fingers and cursed the fact that it wasn’t his cock. He was so hard that it hurt and his straining erection felt as though it were about to split apart. He’d never wanted a woman so badly in his life and he’d damn sure never been this aroused—and unselfish.
“Give it to me,” he demanded. “Come in my mouth, Angel. Let me taste you.”
He withdrew his fingers and then moved his mouth down to her opening and slid his fingers up to her clit to caress as he licked and sucked her sweet juices.
Her cry splintered the quiet and she went wild, bucking and writhing as she exploded into his mouth, on his tongue, bathing his chin with her creamy nectar. He gentled his ministrations, knowing how hypersensitive she would be as she came down from her orgasm, but he continued to tongue her, lapping up every drop of her essence.
And then she went utterly limp and when he raised his head, he saw her dazed expression and the hazy, dreamy look in her eyes. She was the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen.
Her gaze found his and uncertainty, shame and embarrassment replaced the look of euphoria that had been present. She looked away, her cheeks flushing.
Drake gently lifted her to a sitting position and then slipped her underwear back on, then eased her from his desk and straightened her dress before bending to slide her heels back on her feet.
He cupped her cheek, softly caressing her jaw with his thumb.
“Maddox will take you home now, but he’ll be back to pick you up at seven sharp tomorrow night to bring you back to me.”
