“I just ditched a client the moment I saw you, Win.” He lifted me and walked over to his desk to sink into his chair with me in his lap. “I don’t do this shit. I’m not some scumbag boss who tries to fuck his employees. I’m not walking out of this office without tasting you, though. I can’t. Not after spending the last month and a half imaging the moment I got my hands on you again.”
I licked my lips as I studied his hungry expression. “I don’t understand this.”
He tightened his grip on my butt and dragged me closer. “Don’t try. Not right now, Win.”
16
Beck
IfWinniesaidstop,I would have let her go in a heartbeat, but I was praying to everything good in the world that she wouldn’t say stop. I needed to bury myself in her more than I’d ever needed anything. My dick hurt from it. She’d been the focus of a big percentage of my thoughts in the six weeks since I’d seen her, and I’d jerked off too many times to count with no relief. I needed the real thing.
With the real thing sitting with her thighs gripping my hips, I wondered if I would embarrass myself with my sheer eagerness, though. The only word I could think of to describe Winnie waslush. Her ass filled my hands and then some, all of it soft and creamy enough to eat. Her breasts, barely held in by her cute little dress, begged to be squeezed and bounced. She had curves that made my mouth water, and every part of her was softer than the next. The wet heat of her mouth had only been one-upped by the hot wetness of her silky cunt. She was a drug.
She looked down at me with her big brown eyes, so innocent and sweet. Her thick brown hair was pulled back in a braid, and I reached back to pull it free, wanting to see the way the sun caught the golden streaks that ran through it. She bit her lip as I rubbed her scalp and sank farther into me. “You’re staring.”
Running my hands down her long, elegant neck and over the outsides of her beautiful breasts, I traced the line of her stomach and finally gripped her thighs. “If you’d let me, I’d capture every part of you. The memory of your face as you came isn’t enough.”
Winnie ran her fingers lightly over my t-shirt. “I thought that night was just a fluke. You were horny and I was there.”
“You think the three of us just have to stick our dicks somewhere if the mood strikes, no matter who the person is or whether we’re attracted to them?” I gripped her chin and turned her face to mine so she had to look me in the eye. “Do you feel how hard I am? I’ve been that hard since I saw you peeking up at me from behind the desk. Should I worry that you just let me fuck you that night because I was there with the guys you really wanted?”
Winnie’s eyes widened, and her mouth popped open in the cutest way. She furrowed her brows as she tried to shake her head, but I was still holding her chin. “No. Never. I wanted you.”
“Past tense?”
She looked away and tried to chew on her lip again, but I was there, capturing her mouth in a kiss. I sucked that full bottom lip into my mouth and nipped it before stroking my tongue into her mouth and tasting her. Her hands fisted in my shirt as she rocked forward. When I pulled back from the kiss, she gazed at me with heavy eyes and smiled. “Want.”
My body tightened. That was the thing about Winnie. She was sweet and she dressed like a Sunday school teacher, but her body responded to mine with fire. When in need, she said so. Even then, while trying to figure out why I’d ever want her, she was fighting the urge to ride me. I thought she was insane for not seeing how fucking perfect she was, but it would just make it that much sweeter to show her how starved I was for her.
Lifting her and putting her on my desk in front of me, I rolled my chair as close as possible and slowly worked her dress up while holding her gaze. “I want a fucking wall hanging of this image. Just this cute dress sliding up your thighs. Another of your boots on the arms of my chair, my body between.”
Her hand went to her chest and she watched me push her dress up her thighs, inch by inch. When I shifted tactics to grab her panties and tug them down, she lifted her ass and let me yank them off without a sound.
I let her watch as I opened my desk drawer and dropped her panties inside. “When I’m staring at the pictures of you later, I’m going to come into your panties, Win.”
She sucked in a sharp breath and her thighs notched open an inch more. “Beck…”
I moved forward in my seat and pressed a kiss to her inner knee. Moving higher, I kissed her inner thigh, and then I met her gaze. “Another shot of my hand on your inner thigh. Your skin is so creamy and smooth, not a mark in sight. My hand doesn’t deserve to touch you, but I’m going to. I want the shot to capture the moment I take your sweetness and devour you, Win.”
Her head dropped back between her shoulders and she groaned. “Please, Beck… I need…”
I lifted her dress and lowered my head to her core, too desperate to taste her to wait a second longer. Pulling both of her legs over my shoulders, I ran my tongue up the length of her slit and then sucked her hard little clit into my mouth.
Winnie cut off her scream, but I wanted to hear everything she had for me. I growled into her wetness and told her as much. Her hands moved questioningly to my head, like she was nervous to grab too much.
I lifted my head to look at her. “Win, fucking grab my head and ride my face. Scream and moan until you can’t anymore. No one will hear. This is all for me.”
She nodded and licked her lips, her eyes wild as they held mine. “More, please.”
I grinned and then lowered my mouth to her sex again. Licking and sucking, I teased her until she finally gripped my hair. Her grip was still too weak, so I raked my teeth over her clit and was rewarded with her yanking at my hair and bucking her hips.
“Beck! God, yes!” She screamed out and swiveled her hips as I worked her body. Her nails dug into my scalp, the sting feeding my hunger like gasoline on a fire. Winnie really lost it when I shifted and slid two fingers into her dripping core. Even with how wet she was, her body squeezed tight around my finger, clenching down with what I knew was mind-altering pressure.
Her thighs around my ears muffled her screams of pleasure as I focused my tongue on her clit and pumped my fingers through her hot folds. Her wetness ran down my wrist and down to her ass, tempting me. Just the idea of touching some new part of Winnie made me crazy, and I pulled my fingers free of her sweet pussy to stroke them lower. I ran my fingertip over her puckered asshole and sucked harder on her clit while pressing my finger inside her.
“Oh! Oh, Beck!” Winnie’s back arched off the desk and I looked up just to see her hands clasping her breasts, squeezing tightly. I could feel her body pulled as tight as a bow, and then I felt the snap when I curled my finger in her ass and pumped it.
She cried out her orgasm but before she finished coming, and I shot to my feet and pulled my dick out. I put my hand on her lower stomach and worked my thumb over her clit to keep her orgasm going, and then I slid deep into her with one hard thrust.