“You’re taking it so good,” he grunted, his rutting never slowing down. I buried my head in his chest and drew him closer with my heels, obscene noises leaving my lips. “Perfect.”
My pussy clenched around him, making him grunt, and his lips captured my screams of pleasure. My release exploded with violence, crashing onto me and leaving me no option but to hang limply off him.
The intensity with which he fucked me into the desk increased with each passing second. His strength made me quiver, the rocking of his hips harder with each thrust. The erotic friction built higher and higher as he fucked me through my orgasm.
Then he hitthatspot once, twice.
My mouth opened in a wordless cry and the world tumbled.
“Fuck,” he grunted, pounding into me, my walls clenching hiscock. The beat of my heart jumped and raced. I panted, trying to keep up with his rhythm. His hips jerked, then his cock was twitching and releasing inside of me.
I lay sprawled on his desk, my body languid or possibly hovering somewhere between heaven and earth.
His lips brushed against mine, kissing me, lazy and sweet, with a burning passion that demanded my all but promised even more.
“We’re just getting started,zemra ime.”
Chapter 27
Sophie
The man meant it literally.
He carried me through a private doorway, up the staircase and into his bedroom, then set me on the bed with a gentleness so at odds with the way he’d just fucked me.
But it also left me exposed, laid bare in a way that made my chest tighten. I couldn’t hold his gaze, so I turned my attention to the bedroom. The dark wood furniture, the sharp, masculine lines, everything about the space that felt undeniably him.
It was easier to focus on that than how seen I felt beneath his eyes. I had never experienced anything so overwhelming before. It was physical, yes—achingly so—but threaded with something deeper, something that curled low in my stomach and settled in my chest.
“Sophie, look at me.”
His voice was gentle but commanding. I dragged my gaze back to his, my pulse skittering as our eyes met.
“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen,” he said quietly. “Every inch of you is perfect.”
My breath caught as warmth spread through me, equal parts desire and something dangerously close to emotion.
He rested his knee on the bed, running his hand over my collarbone before he cupped my breast.
He slowly bent and kissed each one, and then took my nipple in his mouth. My body shuddered in response and he hissed in appreciation.
He kissed lower, over my stomach, before moving down. He dropped his head to my sex, and there, he inhaled deeply.
His eyes closed, his face filled with pleasure.
“You are magnificent.” He brushed the backs of his fingertips through the small patch of red pubic hair and smiled darkly. “We’ll take it slow this time,” he purred. “So I can savor you.”
He pushed one leg to the side, and then hooked my other foot onto his shoulder.
“You… don’t have to take it slow,” I breathed, ready to combust and come right in front of his eyes even though he’d just given me a mind-blowing orgasm.
He paused for a moment as if contemplating, but then circled his fingertips around my throbbing, wet entrance.
“I’ll own all of your releases.” His voice was thick with desire as our eyes locked, and he slowly slid two thick fingers inside me. “And you’ll own all of mine.”
My back arched off the bed, my pussy clenching.
“Oh God,” I whispered.
