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There’s no point in denying I want him.

He kneels before me, his strong hands gripping my upper thighs and his lips placing kisses on the inner side.

“Let me show you how good I can make you feel.”

Finally, his tongue makes contact with my slick folds. My body quivers, soft moans escaping me. I grip the side of the desk as he sinks a finger inside of me while teasing my clit with his tongue.

“Elijah!”

“Tell me what you want.” He pulls back, his eyes filled with hunger.

“More.” I pause to exhale. “I need more.”

“Not yet.” His fingers slip inside me again, pumping in rhythm with the flow of his tongue.

My thighs start trembling, and after a few more strokes of his fingers, I collapse onto the desk. My back hits the cold surface while I cry out his name, and a wave of pleasure crashes over me.

“That’s it.” He presses a kiss on my core, taking out his fingers while I’m still trembling. It’s like I’m his lunch, ready for him to finish.

Elijah stands up and unbuckles his trousers, never breaking eye contact with me.

“Turn around.”

Although he told me to do it, he doesn’t wait for me to move. Instead, he flips me around, bending me over his desk. I brace my hands on the smooth wood, the skirt of my dress riding up to my waist.

He makes an appreciative sound, one of his hands gliding over my backside. “Lovely.”

The sound of a zipper fills the air. I glance over my shoulder. Elijah stands behind me, his cock hard and heavy in his hand.

“Is this what you want?” He nudges my entrance, giving me only the head of his cock.

I try to rock back and take more of him, but his fingers dig into my hips, holding me still.

“Such a needy girl.” He slaps my ass, the pain only increasing the ache inside of me.

“Please.” I tremble and squirm in his hold.

“Please, what?” He kisses my left shoulder.

“Fuck me.”

With a slow, deliberate thrust, he enters me. I gasp at the sensation of him stretching me, filling me completely.

Elijah stills inside me, his chest rising and falling against my back. “Fuck, you feel amazing.”

He moves, slow and deep, dragging along my inner walls, and his hands grip my hips harder.

Each slam of his hips takes me closer to release.

More. I need more.

Wrapping his arm around my arms, Elijah pulls me up, making my back arch. His other hand snakes around to the front, his thumb rubbing circles on my clit as he picks up the pace. Pounding deeper into me.

“Scream my name, little gem.”

And I do as another orgasm crashes over me, my insides clenching around his cock. Elijah’s name torn from my lips in a primal scream.

“Fuck.” He grunts, painting my insides with his cum, his grip on my arms loosening.

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