His hot cream flows down my throat as I swallow, and his wicked smile of satisfaction scares me. It tells me he might have more in store for me.
My thoughts are confirmed when he tucks his dick back into his pants and lifts me up from the ground.
A touch of awareness returns and I panic. “What are you doing?”
“We’re not done yet.” Knocking the stack of folders from the desk, he sets me down. “Open your legs.”
Jagged pieces of fear slice through me.
“What are you going to do to me?” I can’t keep the quiver out of my voice any more than I can the arousal.
I don’t want to open my legs because I don’t know what his plans are. And I don’t want him to see how wet I am. I’m so wet my panties are slick and clinging to my mound.
“Valkyrie.” The wicked devil chuckles. “If I was going to fuck you, I’d be buried deep inside you already and you wouldn’t be able to walk. Now shut the fuck up and open your legs.”
One finger trails over the waistband of my skirt and tugs. It brushes over my skin and that’s enough to bewitch me back into the sexual haze.
I open my legs, and it feels like I’ve fallen deeper down this rabbit hole. The seductive look he gives me hooks me further and I can’t look away because I’ve never before had a man look at me the way he is.
As if he wants to devour every inch of my body and own me, leaving nothing behind.
Desmier smiles wider, a lock of that wild hair falling over his eye when he grabs my hips. He shoves my skirt up to my waist and loops a finger through the edge of my lace panties.
“Black lace,” he husks, inching closer.
He crouches slightly to pull my panties down my legs and stops to gaze at them when he sees my arousal soaking through the fabric.
“Fuck me, you’re soaked. Clearly you picked the wrong form of punishment.”
The pirate man holds up my panties, then he shocks me by sniffing them, making a point of showing me he’s getting off on my scent. I gasp when his hot, slick tongue flicks out, and he sucks the juice soaking my panties.
My mouth drops and I want to say something, but all I can do is stare, mortified then wildly captivated when he pushes them in his back pocket.
I don’t know what to make of him wanting to keep my panties, but I stop thinking all over again when he parts my legs wider and just stares at my pussy.
“Pretty here, too.” He licks his bottom lip. When his eyes climb back to meet mine, he lifts the hem of my camisole top and tugs it. “Take this off, and the bra.”
“Wh—”
“Do it. It’s not like I haven’t seen what you look like.”
“Then why do you need to see me again?” That must be my brain’s last attempt at preserving my sanity because I don’t know where those words come from.
Of course, the bodice-ripping pirate responds by ripping my beautiful top from my body as if it’s a sheet of paper. Another wicked smile spreads across his lips, revealing the savage Viking he is. Much more than a mere pirate. And more like the devil.
Snapping the straps on my bra with a mere flick of his quick fingers, he rips that off too, leaving me topless on his desk with my legs spread wide and my pussy exposed.
Before I have a chance to process the trepidation surging through me, he covers my breasts with his large hands and takes the left nipple into his hot, wet mouth.
My jaw drops and a shudder wracks my body, rippling over me in a wave of consuming pleasure. Flames flick over my already-heated skin and my head spins.
A moan I have no hope of restraining pours out of my mouth and in that moment of helplessness, I crumble, giving him a piece of myself.
He fondles my right breast as he continues to suckle on my left, turning the barely-there pink color of my nipples a dusty rose.
His expression brightens, peppered with sin, as I arch my back, pushing my breast deeper into his mouth. He indulges me by sucking harder then moves to my other breast, wrapping his tongue around the nipple to tease it to life.
I pant, trying to catch my breath and hold on to what’s left of my dignity, but neither feel like mine anymore.