“Yes, sir,” she says, the words sending a jolt through me. Then she turns, bracing her upper body on the desk with her elbows, lifting up her ass. “This is a good reminder of yesterday.”
“Damn right.” I reach for her breast, squeezing and pinching as I slide into her again.
She moans and I grab her hip, my fingers digging into her flesh as I pick up the pace, overcome with the need to not only come deep inside her, but have her fall apart in my arms. To sear myself into her body and her mind.
I slide my hand down her abdomen, between her folds, and begin to stroke as I shift the angle of my thrusts.
A loud groan rumbles through her body.
You’re mine, I chant in my head, and even though part of me is horrified at the thought, the primal part of me doesn’t give a fuck. Hollyismine. I’ve known it since I was seventeen years old, and now that I have her, I’m not letting her go.
I begin to fuck her harder, faster. She meets my pace and pushes back into me. I lean over her and suck on her neck, sinking my teeth into her flesh and giving her a soft bite.
You’re mine. I realize that I groaned the words out loud, but Holly must not have noticed because she’s in a frenzy now as I push her higher and higher to her climax with my fingers and my cock.
She tightens around me as she cries out, pushing hard against me. The sound of her coming apart tosses me over the edge, and I thrust hard several more times as I find release, needing to claim every part of her.
When I’m spent, I lean over, resting my chest against her back but careful not to put too much of my weight on her.
“Maybe next time we’ll make it to a bed,” I whisper into her ear.
She tilts her head to the side so our eyes meet. “Who says there’ll be a next time?”
I raise up, and I know I’m not imagining the disappointment in her eyes that I’m not touching her. My ego puffs up. I’ve made a mark on her. But is it enough?
I roll her onto her back and pull her to a sitting position, then trail a finger over the outline of her jaw. “Therewillbe a next time.”
“Turning bossy on me?”
“You know you like it.” I claim her mouth and kiss her, showing her again that she’s mine, but part of me worries she heard me and that it will send her running.
When I pull back, she rests a hand on my chest and grins. “If you keep kissing me like that, I’ll be tempted to try a bed with you.”
“Is that so?” I pull her upright so she’s standing on her feet, and cup her ass with one hand and hold the back of her head with the other. “This isn’t a one-time thing, Holly. I need you to say it.”
Outrage fills her eyes. “You can’t force me to say that.”
I kiss her again, hard. A clash of teeth and tongues. I nip her bottom lip, then lift my head. “Say it.”
“Will you keep kissing me like that if I refuse?”
I kiss her again and slide one of my hands between her legs, bringing her to another climax within a minute. She gasps in surprise and sags against me.
I hold her close, her chest pressed to mine, and whisper. “Say it.”
“I forgot what I’m supposed to say,” she says softly with a half laugh.
“This isn’t a one-time thing.”
“I think you just proved that,” she says, chuckling.
“Say it,” I grunt in her ear.
Her cheek is pressed against my upper chest, below my shoulder, but she lifts her head and holds my gaze, her expression serious. “This isn’t a one-time thing.”
“Good,” I say, surprised at the surge of satisfaction and possessiveness that fills me. “I’ll expect a five-star review on Yelp.”
She laughs. “Not so fast. I think we should wait until you fuck me on a bed. That way I’ll have a fuller picture.”
