Imogen’s chess game is calculated and ruthless. I’ve always known how smart she is, but she’s as sharp as a needlepoint. She almost has me on the ropes, when she makes a move that surprises me, moving her knight from its position defending the king, stopping me from taking her queen but leaving herself open to checkmate in two more moves. Is she letting me win? “Why did you do that when you left your king wide open?”
Her green eyes sparkle with mischief and she catches her bottom lip between her teeth. “A good knight always protects his queen, sir. She’s the most powerful piece in the game.”
Check-fucking-mate!
God, she’s fucking incredible. And now I’m hyperaware of my breathing, faster and heavier than before. My heart is beating in my throat. Without taking my eyes off hers, I tip over my king and admit defeat.
Imogen DeMotta has defeated me in all things.
“Come here,” I growl the words, red-hot aching need forher pulsing through my entire body. Impossible to ignore and too intense to even try.
Obediently, she stands, walking around the desk until she’s standing between my spread thighs. With a sweep of my hand, I clear the board from the center of my desk, sending most of the pieces scattering to the floor, and then I lift her onto it, inching my chair forward and spreading her legs apart with my body. She rests her bare feet beside my thighs on my chair. Wordlessly, I pull off her dress, and she lifts her arms in compliance. When that’s done, I unhook her bra, allowing her beautiful tits to bounce out right in front of my face. Her nipples stiff and begging for my attention.
I oblige them with my tongue, sucking one pebbled peak into my mouth. I bite gently, causing her to moan and run her hands through my hair. I lavish the other with the same attention, until the scent of her wet pussy becomes too irresistible to ignore.
“Lie back for me, angel.” I press a hand between her breasts, gently encouraging her, until she’s flat on my desk with her sweet-smelling pussy right there for the taking.
I run my hands up the insides of her thighs and she trembles.
“Linc!”
I hook my fingers into the waistband of her panties and slowly slide them over her hips, making her gasp. “You won our game, and this is your prize. You want your prize, don’t you?”
“Y-yes, please.”
I love making her beg. Love making her come on my tongue. I love every damn thing about her. I love her.
When I pull her panties off her pussy, they remain attached by a thick string of her creamy arousal for a second, and it might be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
“Soaked already, baby.” I press a quick kiss on her slick clit that makes her whine. “You’re going to be dripping down your legs when I’m done. My needy little angel.”
I pull her panties all the way off and instead of returning her feet to their former position on my chair, I spread her wider andplace them on the edge of my desk, and now her beautiful cunt is right there, glistening and begging for my mouth. “So flexible too. Look at you all spread open and dripping for me.”
I swipe two fingers through her wet center and her hips lift off the desk as she lets out a series of soft desperate moans. Her scent is intoxicating and addictive, the greatest high a man could ever have, and it’s mine. She’s mine. Only ever mine.
I grab hold of her waist, keeping her still so that I can devour her. My tongue flattens over her swollen clit first, and I lap it the way that she likes, until she’s moaning and bucking her hips. I graze my teeth over the swollen bud before moving lower, letting my mouth taste every inch of her juicy cunt. My tongue dips inside her, over and over, teasing and taunting while I work her over, savoring every drop of her.
I sink my middle finger into her pussy, coating it in her silky cum before I slide it into her ass.
“Linc!” she squeals. “I can’t... I’m gonna...”
I growl, keeping her teetering on the edge even while I’m desperate for her to fall apart for me. Her entire body is trembling now, needy for some release. “Come on my tongue while I fuck your ass, baby.”
“Oh, fuck, Linc!” she screams as her orgasm takes her under, her breathing harsh and raspy while her hips buck against my face and I drink her cum like it’s the nectar of the gods.
My cock is feral for her now, desperate to be hugged by the silky wet velvet of her cunt. I stand up and quickly free my aching shaft. Gently, I wrap her still-trembling legs around my waist before I drive balls-deep into her in one thrust. My eyes roll back and, fuck, nothing in the world feels better than this. Feels more right than this.
She tugs at my T-shirt, and I help her to pull it off me. She seems to prefer skin against skin when we’re fucking, and I always want to give my girl what she wants. I crush her to me, arms wrapped around her while I sink in and out of her. I wantto nail her, but I want to savor the feeling of her snug cunt, still tight from her orgasm, milking me. I want to revel in her needy little whines as she claws at my skin for more.
Her hot mouth is at my ear. “I didn’t mean to piss you off, sir.”
“Angel, you can piss me off whenever you want, intentionally or otherwise, and I will still always give you what you need. You know that, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You are my queen, Imogen. And I would fucking die before I let anyone take you.”
She throws her head back and I sink my teeth into the soft skin at the base of her throat, hard enough to leave a mark. I’m driven with a possessive need to claim her, to make her my own. Not because I bought her, but because she wants to belong to me, just as surely as I belong to her.
