Page 27 of My Girl to Take

Her eyes roll back, her mouth falling open in a silent scream. The footsteps are closer now, maybe one office away. She’s shaking, her hands gripping the edge of the desk, her whole body taut with the effort of holding back.

I stand and lean down, my mouth against her ear, my fingers still working her slow and deep. “You like that. The risk. Somebody coming through that door and finding you like this— spread open on my desk with my fingers inside you, my mouth on your pussy.”

She whimpers, a sound so desperate it goes straight to my cock. “P-please.”

“Please what?” My thumb circles her clit, pressing hard enough to make her jerk. “Please make you come? Please fuck you right here, where anyone could walk in?”

The footsteps pause. Right outside.

My heart hammers, but I don’t stop, don't even slow down. I watch her face—the way her eyes dart to the door, the way her breath comes in short, panicked gasps, the way her hips roll against my hand despite her fear.

Or because of it.

I realize it in the same moment she clenches hard around my fingers, her whole body going rigid.

She’s terrified of being discovered. And she’s never been more turned on.

“Fuck,” I breathe, understanding hitting me like a freight train. “You’re dripping, baby. You’re about to come just from the thought of being caught.”

She shakes her head, denying it, but her body tells the truth. She’s drenched, pulsing, her hips grinding against my hand with a desperation that has nothing to do with fear and everything to do with need.

“Tell me,” I command, my voice barely above a whisper. “Tell me you want me to fuck you on this desk with someone just outside.”

“Please,” she chokes out, and the footsteps start again, moving past, fading down the hall. “Please, I need—”

“What do you need, sweetheart? Tell me.”

“I need you inside me. Please. I-I can’t. I n-need—”

I don’t make her finish. I’m already unbuckling my belt, shoving my pants down just enough to free my cock, watching her watch me. Her eyes are fixed on my hand, on the way I grip myself, and she licks her lips, unconscious, hungry.

I reach for her, turning her before she can protest, bending her over the desk. Her dress is still bunched at her waist, her ass bare and perfect, and I run my hand over the curve of it, squeezing, marking.

“Stay,” I order, and she goes still, her cheek pressed to the wood, her hands gripping the far edge.

I find the zipper of her dress and drag it down just enough to expose her breasts, her back still arched, her position obscene and perfect. The silk pools at her waist, her nipples hard and visible. I lean over her, pressing my chest to her back, my cock sliding against her ass.

“You’re going to take every inch,” I murmur in her ear, my hand wrapping around her throat—not squeezing, just holding, claiming. “And you're going to stay quiet while you do.”

She nods, frantic, and I don’t wait anymore. I grip my cock, line myself up, and thrust in deep in one stroke.

She cries out, loud, and I clamp my hand over her mouth, my other hand gripping her hip hard enough to bruise.

“Quiet,” I growl, but I’m smiling, thrusting again, deeper, harder. “You want them to hear? You want somebody to open that door?”

She shakes her head, but she’s pushing back against me, meeting every thrust, her body greedy and desperate. I keep my hand over her mouth, my fingers pressing against her lips, and she does something that nearly breaks me.

She opens her mouth and sucks two of my fingers in, her tongue swirling, her eyes closing in bliss.

“Fuck,” I grit out, my rhythm faltering. “You’re going to be the death of me, baby.”

I fuck her harder, the desk shifting against the floor with every thrust. She’s tight, wet—simply perfect. I can feel her clenching around me, her orgasm building, rising.

“Touch yourself,” I command, my voice harsh. “I want to feel you come on my cock. I want to feel you squeeze me until I can’t think.”

Her hand slides between her legs, her fingers finding her clit, and she moans around my fingers, the vibration shooting straight to my balls. I can feel her getting closer, her body tensing, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps.

“That’s it,” I murmur, my hips snapping against hers, the sight of her bent over my desk, half-dressed and completely ruined, pushing me to the edge. “Now. Let me have it.”