He lost it. He gripped my jaw, sinking his mouth into mine for a hard, rough kiss, and then he pulled away to unfasten his belt and jeans while still holding me against the wall.
I leaned back, my shirt ripped open but my tie still hanging from my neck down the center of my chest. I felt him pull his cock out, fit himself at my entrance as I held onto his shoulders, and thrust his hips, pushing himself deep inside me.
Yes.
He hauled me up into his arms, my legs circling his waist as he propped me up against the wall, and I tipped my head back, moaning as he pumped his hips into me again and again. His cock slid out and back in, deep and fast, his hips pounding between my legs and making the whole funhouse shake. I brought my head back down, forehead to forehead as he fucked me, starting to roll my hips in little movements, meeting his thrusts.
“Yeah,” I whimpered. “You feel so good.”
“Winter,” he said like a prayer, and I could hear the pleasure-pain in his voice.
I kissed him again, dying to feel his skin and have all these clothes off, but there was no way I could stop.
We heard a throat clear off somewhere near, and I hid my face on the other side of Damon’s, mortified even as need built deep inside me.
Please, no.
But Damon wouldn’t stop. He just kept riding me, rolling his hips into my body, the rhythm and pace staying steady.
“Sir, your father is calling, demanding to speak to you,” Mr. Crane said.
I squeezed my eyes shut, wanting to tell Damon to stop, but my orgasm was coming, and all I could do was hold on.
“Watch the door,” he bit out to Crane. “No one comes in.”
“Yes, sir.”
His father must be pissed if Crane came in here to bear witness to this. Shit.
Damon held my face with one hand, my body with the other, and my eyes started to tear up, feeling him drive deep and fill me up. And then it was coming.
“Damon,” I whimpered, my chest caving again and again.
“Say it again,” he growled.
I gasped. “Damon.”
“Who’s fucking you?”
Oh, God, I was coming. “Damon Torrance,” I breathed out.
And then my body convulsed, I held my breath, and I froze, letting Damon finish me as my orgasm exploded all over my body.
My head floated off, heat raced under my skin, and I cried out, feeling my body get wetter as he kept going.
Every limb weakened, and I felt like I was going to fall as exhaustion took over.
He put me down, spun me around, and shoved me into the partition, my breasts crushed against the clear plastic as he reached around and spread my thighs wide, thrusting back inside of me from behind.
He dug his fingers in the inside of my leg, holding me open, with his other hand wrapped around the front of my neck and bending it back to meet his mouth.
He fucked me, pressing me into the wall. “Mine,” he said against my lips. “Don’t ever leave my body.”
His hand on my neck scaled down, squeezing my breast and running over my stomach, and came back up to my neck, holding me tight.
“Don’t ever leave my body,” he chanted again.
“I won’t,” I whispered.