Page 23 of Veiled

Suddenly, I’m standing in front of him in only my heels, skirt, and underwear, looking like a schoolgirl wet dream come true, and he’s eyeing me hungrily as he grabs a condom from his wallet. He tosses it on my desk unceremoniously before lifting me and pinning me against the wall with his body. My skirt bunches up over my ass, and I feel his hard cock testing the strength of his zipper as it bulges against me.

“You’re fucking stunning,” he praises as he kisses a line down my throat and chest until his mouth finds my nipple and his hand squeezes my breast.

“Uh-huh,” is all I can manage to get out, too high on him for real words.

His laugh around my nipple sends a wave of electricity through me.

Every flick of his tongue is chased by him lightly grinding against my core, where the cool button of his jeans presses against my clit. The sensation has my already needy body aching to feel him between my legs.

“Aiden, I need you in me.”

“Mmmm. Say that again.” He groans around my left nipple as his tongue flicks back and forth over the hard peak before biting down.

“Fuck! I need you now, Aiden. Please.”

“I’ll give you anything when you beg like that,” he swears as he spins us to the side of my desk. As soon as my feet touch the ground, he’s yanking my lace thong down and helping me step out of it.

“I’ve been imagining taking you from behind in this skirt since I watched you dance against the bar.”

“Is this what you want?” I bend over the edge of the desk, my chest pressed flat against the wood. My skirt barely hits the bottom curve of my ass, which is now perched in the air like a prize waiting for him to claim, thanks to the height of my heels.

When he doesn’t say anything, I peek at him over my shoulder, and I have to clench my thighs when I see his pants are already off, and he’s watching me as he strokes his impressive length. Pearls of pre-come drip from his tip, and I’m torn between wanting to lick him clean and the need to feel him inside me.

Luckily, he makes the decision for me, slowly unrolling the condom as he glides it on. His crown nudges my opening, and if I weren’t already so wet, I don’t know if I would have been able to adjust to his size pressing into me.

“Fuck, you’re so tight around me. I’ll try and go slow, but you’re so fucking sexy, I don’t know how long I can.”

“No! Don’t go slow. I want it hard!”

“Hold on to the desk, Ana.”

I barely have time to do as I am told before he’s grabbing my hips and thrusting into me.

“Holy shit!”

“Just a few more inches. You want it all, don’t you?”

What the fuck? He can’t actually be serious. There’s more?

He pulls out slightly, “I need your words, Sweetheart.” Then repeats himself with a more commanding tone, “I said, do you want it all?”

“Yes,” I let out breathlessly.

He pulls out a little more, so his tip is the only part of him still inside me. “Mmm, are you sure?”

“Fuck me already, Aiden, or I’m going to take care of myself.”

He thrusts back in, just a little deeper, before this time pulling all the way out of me. “Hold on tight.”

I’m pretty sure my soul leaves my body when he thrusts in again, not stopping until he’s fully seated, his pelvis connecting with my ass.

“Holy fucking mother of shit!” I’m not making sense, but I’m pretty sure my insides were just torn apart, and he’s in my stomach now.

He freezes, “Are you okay?”

“No, I’m not! I need you to shut up and give me more!”

He doesn’t hold back after that. Our bodies slap against each other, fast and hard. The corner of my desk is digging into my thighs, but the slight pain only increases my pleasure.