“Come for me,” Derek commanded. “Come on my tongue. Let me taste you.”
His fingers thrust deeper, harder, his tongue flicking rapidly over my clit, and I shattered. My orgasm crashed over me in waves, my thighs trembling, my whole body shaking with the force of it. I bit down on my fist so hard I tasted blood, desperate to keep from screaming.
Derek didn’t stop. He licked me through it, drawing out every last tremor of pleasure until I was boneless and gasping on the desk.
When he finally pulled back, his lips were glistening, his eyes dark with desire.
“I need to be inside you,” Derek said, his voice rough. “Right fucking now.”
He stood, his hands moving to his belt. I watched through heavy-lidded eyes as he unbuckled it, then unzipped his jeans and freed his cock.
He was thick and hard, and the sight of him made my mouth water.
Derek gripped my hips, pulling me to the very edge of the desk. He positioned himself at my entrance, the head of his cock pressing against me.
“Look at me,” Derek commanded.
I lifted my eyes to his, and the intensity in his gaze stole my breath.
“You’re mine,” Derek said. “Say it.”
“I’m yours,” I whispered.
He thrust into me in one hard stroke, burying himself to the hilt, and I cried out at the sudden fullness.
“Fuck,” Derek groaned. “So tight. So perfect. Like you were made for my cock.”
He pulled out almost all the way, then slammed back in, setting a brutal, punishing rhythm. The desk creaked beneath us with every thrust, and I had to grip the edges to keep from sliding across the surface.
“That’s it,” Derek growled. “Take it, Kat. Take all of me.”
His hands gripped my hips hard enough to bruise, holding me in place as he fucked me. Every thrust sent pleasure spiraling through me, building higher and higher.
“You feel so fucking good,” Derek groaned. “So wet. So tight. This pussy was made for me, wasn’t it?”
“Yes,” I gasped. “Yes, Derek. Please.”
“Please what?” Derek demanded, his rhythm never faltering. “Tell me what you need.”
“Harder,” I begged. “Please, Derek. Harder.”
Derek’s eyes darkened. He shifted his angle, driving deeper, and I saw stars.
“Like this?” Derek growled. “Is this what you need?”
“Yes,” I moaned. “God, yes.”
One of Derek’s hands moved from my hip to my clit, his thumb circling the sensitive bundle of nerves. The dual sensation, his cock pounding into me, his thumb on my clit, was too much.
“I’m going to come,” I gasped. “Derek, I’m...”
“Come for me,” he commanded. “Come on my cock. Let me feel you.”
My second orgasm hit me even harder than the first. I bit down on my lip to keep from screaming, my body convulsing with pleasure. My pussy clenched around his cock, and he groaned.
“Fuck,” he growled. “Kat, I’m...”
His rhythm faltered, his thrusts becoming erratic. He buried himself deep one last time, and I felt him pulse inside me as he came. He shuddered, his fingers digging into my hips.
