“Don’t tell me what I’m doing.” I pull myself free from his grasp and turn to leave.
He’s on me in a heartbeat, clasping the back of my neck and spinning me back to face him.
I lose my sanity when his rough kiss punishes my lips. His free hand pushes into my hair, gripping tightly, anchoring me to him.
The flick of his tongue on mine weakens my body.
My nipples pebble against the fabric of my shirt. An ache in my lower belly pulls at my core.
Breaking away from me, his eyes focus on mine, a glaze of lust shining in them. “You need me to fuck this anxiety, pent-up anger, and horniness out of you, little dancer?”
Thud. Thud. Thud.
I can’t speak, so I just nod. Yes. God yes.
“Undo my slacks and take my cock in your hand,” he orders.
My stomach flutters, heat surging through me.
Biting my lip, I reach for his belt and yank it open. My fingers jitter with anticipation.
His thumb skims my jaw line, tugging over my bottom lip to free it from my teeth.
I undo his slacks and free his cock. It’s heavy length slaps against my palm, and a moan creeps out from both our lips.
Taking the opportunity of my mouth parting, he slips his thumb inside, touching over my tongue. I collapse my lips around him, sucking.
Embracing his length firmly in my hand, I stroke upward, my thumb caressing over the fat mushroom head.
Precum escapes, coating his tip.
“Strip and put your hands on the desk,” he orders.
Doing as I’m told, I make a scene of relieving myself of the clothes I’m wearing. With slow, sensual movements, I tease my skin, dragging the fabric down my body.
His electric blues watch as he uncuffs his sleeves and rolls them up his arm.
I want him to touch me everywhere, show me how much he wants me.
Leaving my heels on, I strut to the table and lean my palms against the wood, my ass prone in offering.
Stalking me, drinking me in, his foot kicks at my ankles, widening my legs.
“I’m going to make you sweat for me, baby.” He slaps a heavy palm to my bare ass cheek, igniting the bruised flesh in an intoxicating burn.
Hands skim down my body. A tremor shudders through my veins. Fingers swipe through my folds, pushing into my needy hole. The wetness guides him in with ease, gripping tight.
“Don’t tease me, Luca,” I cry out. There’s been too much build up. I just want him to fuck me. We’ve fought it long enough.
“Tell me what you want?”
“Your fat cock. Bring the pain, Luca,” I pant. “I can take it.”
His hands grip my shoulders. The thick head of his cock pushes against my pussy lips, forcing his entry, hard, punishing, perfect.
My lungs squeeze out a groan when he thrusts forward, filling me up, stretching me out.
“Take all of me, baby,” he groans.
My head tilts back when he fucks me. Bucking his hips, I push my ass back, meeting him with every thrust forward, his girth and length a beautiful agony.
“I’ve wanted inside you for so fucking long.” He wraps a fist in my hair, his other hand gripping my hip painfully.
My hands give out. Manoeuvring me to lay flat across his desk, my hips hit the lip. He doesn’t stop his assault, giving me everything I need.
Curling my spine, his hand tugs on my hair, tilting my head back farther. “You’re fucking perfect, little dancer,” he growls, pistoling his hips.
A warm heat builds at my core, rippling through me like a tidal wave of euphoria.
“You’re making me come,” I cry out, my legs shaking, a sheen of sweat breaking out over my skin, goosebumps raising.
“Come on my cock. Soak me in you,” he grinds out, his cock pulsing inside me, filling my womb.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Luca
Finally, being inside her feels too good. Her warm, wet cunt is so inviting, my cock never wants to leave.
It’s not enough. It will never be enough. I want to take her again, make her sore, tire her out so she needs to sleep for a week until I get my ring on her finger.
I can’t believe I nearly let her go. I pull out of her reluctantly, our juices mixing and dripping down her legs.
She takes her time, gathering her wits and steadying herself.
Grabbing up her panties, I wipe my cock with them and then stuff them into my slacks. Putting my cock away, I admire her flushed, naked skin, her body a piece of art.
“Do you feel better?” I quirk a brow, smirking at her mussed hair and dazed eyes.
“For now,” she breathes, slipping her pants up her legs. “I’m going to shower,” she adds, pulling her shirt over her body.
I swallow back my groan, my cock jerking in my slacks, like a beacon wanting to follow its new owner.
Morels hovers near my desk, his hands fidgety. “Can you stop jittering?” I fume, looking over the folder he handed me a couple seconds ago.