My arms straightened, and my head fell back, the ends of my hair making a noise as they scratched across the desktop.
And that sound was constant because my body couldn’t stop swaying into him.
Because he never let up.
His fingers, slick with my wetness, moved in and out of me, making me cry, “Oh God,” and with each plunge, I got louder. “Fuck!”
The bottom of my dress was now so high that he was able to glance up at me, this hungry, almost-animalistic look in his eyes. “Come on my face.”
I tried to fight it.
I tried to at least hold off for a few more seconds.
But I couldn’t.
A burst of sensations exploded through me, and I shouted out in pleasure. Shudders were taking over my body, and I moaned, “Jenner,” after each wave.
My legs wobbled as I tried to keep my feet steady, but his licking was relentless, his fingering so consistent that balance was the last thing I had at this moment.
And I loved every fucking second.
When the orgasm finally began to die down, he lifted his face, his lips instantly finding mine. He meshed us together, my mouth coated in my own wetness, and before I could even take a breath, his cock thrust inside me.
“Oh my God,” I gasped.
Everything tingled.
Every part of me so incredibly sensitive.
His forehead pressed to mine, and he growled, “You’re so goddamn tight.” He kissed me again. “And wet.”
He held my waist, using my hips to pull me toward him, stroking his long, thick dick inside me. When he was fully plunged, he twisted his hips, causing me to buck, my back arching in response. He then reared back to his tip, and my body immediately missed him, begging him to enter me again.
“Faster,” I urged, digging my nails into his shoulders.
His beard scraped across my cheek, his teeth nipping the same spots he’d just roughed up with his whiskers.
That kind of pain was something I now craved.
A feeling so unique to Jenner.
One I knew I could no longer live without.
“God, you feel so fucking good,” he moaned.
My legs circled around him, locking us together. “Harder.”
And that was what he gave me—deep, consuming jabs that had my entire body vibrating over this desk.
But within a few pumps, he was lifting me, moving me to the wall, holding me against it.
This new position, the way he placed me over him, his tip grinding across my G-spot, I was reminded of how quickly he could bring me to that place.
“You’re tightening up on me …”
My arms crossed around his neck; my mouth hovered above his. “Because you’re going to make me come.”
“Is that what you want?” He sucked on my lip, releasing it to say, “To come on my fucking cock?” His rhythm picked up, giving me more speed and so much more power.
“Yesss!”
“Then, we’re going to come together.”
He reached down and rubbed my clit, driving into me at the same time that I was bouncing over him. I could feel my pussy squeezing around him, holding him inside me.
As though he could read what I needed, his movements became sharper, more intense, while our lips intertwined, my hands grasping for him.
To hold on.
To prepare.
Because the rise was back.
And as he rubbed my clit and hammered that beautiful cock into me, the feeling came on stronger.
“Jenner!” I clung to him. “Yes!”
He was dominating me, each punch of his dick pounding me against the wall, his breathing sounding like growls as he worked up his orgasm.
“You’re fucking milking me.”
And that was when he came—I felt it the second he shot his first stream.
“Jo,” he roared across my face. “Fuuuck.”
We were releasing at the same time, our bodies shuddering together, synced in a way where it could only be love.
I held on, wrapped in him, losing myself completely until there was only stillness between us.
“My God,” I panted.
That was when he carried me over to the small couch and took a seat. He kept me straddled over his lap, his cock still inside me.
He didn’t even pull out when he said, “Kiss me.”
My breath hadn’t yet returned, but I pressed my lips to his, tasting the lust on his tongue, the desire in every bit of air that he exhaled.
His hands softly, slowly roamed my body.