“Don’t fucking fight it, Emma.”
“Go to hell.”
Pulling out, I spun her around. Her obstinate expression glared my way, but before Emma could verbally argue, I lifted her ass to the table and roughly spread her thighs. In seconds, I was on my knees as my tongue took the same trip my cock had enjoyed. My chin was quickly covered in her essence as I buried my face. Her mind could fight me, but her body wouldn’t.
I didn’t let up, lapping her juices and teasing her clit.
Emma tried to resist. The battle was in the air, metaphoric shots whizzing by and exploding around us.
My tongue delved deeper as I nipped her clit. When I peered upward, I witnessed her perfection. Emma’s head wobbled and her eyes were veiled by her lashes as she bit tightly to her lip. The way her legs quivered despite her attempt to be impervious to my attention, she was on the edge.
Standing, I stepped between her knees as our eyes again met.
Hers still glistened with defiance, its presence churning within a chaotic sea of lust.
Reaching for Emma’s chin, I brought my mouth to hers. Despite her lack of response, my tongue pushed through the seam of her lips until it met with hers. When I pulled away, I asked, “Do you taste yourself?”
She didn’t respond.
“You can fight me, Emma, but your body is mine.” I leaned down to her breasts, sucking each nipple and leaving the wetness from my chin on her skin. Our eyes met again. “We’re not stopping until you come.”
I showed no mercy as I pierced her, taking what was mine by fate and now by law. In one full thrust, I was completely buried.
Her moans filled my ears as I lifted her ass from the table. The choice before her was to hold on or fall back. Either way, I wasn’t stopping or slowing.
Emma’s decision was to hold on.
Her petite hands came to my shoulders and her legs wrapped around my torso. I stepped away from the table. By the time we made it to the bookcases, her entire body tensed. Pressing her into the shelves, I thrust in and out.
It was the greatest workout these old shelves had seen maybe ever.
Grunts.
Heavy breaths and whimpers.
Moans and hums.
Shouts and curses.
My office filled with our noises.
They weren’t the sounds made by two people making love.
This was a battle and we were both in it to win.
Finally, Emma’s goal changed as her pussy quivered, she clung to my neck, and her body tensed. I didn’t slow until her tension gave way to convulsions, ripples of nerves sparking from her head to her toes. I held her tight against me as she lost control, quaking in my arms.
Emma’s grip of my neck tightened as I too gave in to the pull this woman had on me, filling her as my cock throbbed within her. “You’re mine.”
When she looked up, she replied, “You didn’t have me sign a prenuptial agreement.”
It wasn’t a reply to my comment and was an odd time for her to mention this, but it wasn’t a subject I hadn’t thought through.
I leaned my face closer to hers until our noses touched. “We don’t need one.”
“But you have so much.”
“I told you, Emma, there’s only one way this marriage ends...and it isn’t in divorce.” Her eyes widened as I repeated, “Until death us do part. Rest assured, that too will be at my doing.”