Page 24 of City of Wind and Lies

I tap her hip. "Lift up, Bella." As soon as she complies, I undo my belt, freeing my painfully hard cock from the confines of my boxer briefs and giving it a few lazy strokes.

Gripping the elastic waistband of her skirt, I twist it around, putting the slit in the back. "Now sit," I command, fisting my shaft for her.

I stifle a groan as she eases herself down, her pussy so ready for me it offers no resistance as my swollen tip nudges inside. I'm already so close that the anticipation is killing me. Digging my fingers into her hips, she hisses out in pleasure as I force her down, burying myself to the hilt.

My cock throbs inside her wet heat as I position us back in front of my computer. "Now, be a good girl and show me what you found."

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All the air in my lungs was practically punched out of me when Bowie impaled me on his massive cock. To make matters worse, he expects me to go over the backdoor path I found in the software while trapped in sexual purgatory.

His calloused hand caresses my thigh as I shift forward, reaching for the mouse. "Oh-kaay," I choke, my voice breaking as the barbells of his pierced cock massage my inner walls.

My fingers are trembling in the post-orgasm high as I navigate through the files on the computer. "I, uh, found where someone created a malicious point in the software which allowed for the user to have root access to everything, including negating authentication procedures."

I draw in a breath, peering over my shoulder at Bowie, and his lips curl into a smirk as he arches a dark brow. Clearing my throat, intense pleasure courses through me and I can't help but grind my hips needily across his lap.

"So, Allen's first file he sent me was corrupted. However, my roommate was able to restore a previous version that showed a file path in the data."

God, it's surprisingly hard to concentrate when your boss's dick is buried deep inside you.

"I used that to map from my software and - ahh," I gasp as he rolls his hips, thrusting up, edging me further. I wait for more, hoping this is killing him as much as it is me.

But he doesn't.

"And what?" His warm breath skates against the shell of my ear, sending a chill down my spine. I clench around him in response, slapping a palm against the top of his desk at the sensation.

"And...it's Allen! He's diverting funds off of profits to another account," I rush out. "Now will you please just fuck me?"

A low growl reverberates in his chest and my muscles tense, heart seizing in trepidation as I wait with bated breath.

Without warning, his hips punch up and he belts an arm around my belly, squeezing me tightly against him. He starts hammering inside me relentlessly, my mind going blank in delirium with each brutal snap of his hips as I give him full control over my body.

The line between pleasure and pain blurs as the aggression from Allen's betrayal bleeds into his motions, and I don't mind being his relief. I let him use me- in fact, I like it when he uses me. I feel an odd sense of purpose in being this for him; giving him a place to anchor amid a storm.

Trey turned to drinking- or apparently drugs- when he needed an outlet. He never opened up to me, never asked me for anything other than money. There was never passion there, the undeniable need to be so close with someone, to connect in a way that doesn't use words or definitions.

I have no clue what this is, or how to even start to explain what is forming between Bowie and me. And I don't want to.

I know I'm a little fucked in the head, constantly trying to tether myself to anyone willing to spare me the attention. But the way Bowie looks at me, like it physically pains him not to claim my body as his own, sets my dopamine receptors on overload and elicits a visceral reaction that triggers some insane sense of pride.

He lurches forward, bending us over his desk, my face and palms splaying across the surface as his arm cradles my hips from the punishing strokes he delivers. I can feel myself toppling over the edge of another orgasm, going boneless in his grip, and it's like a whole out of body experience as his hot release paints my insides and earth-shattering bliss washes over me.

His chest rises and falls against my back until his heart rate slows, and I instantly feel the loss of our connection when he eases out of me. My legs are numb with a paroxysm of pleasure as I stay folded over the desk, unable to move even if I wanted to. Blood rushes to my ears, and I think I hear him mutter a string of curses in Italian before I feel his fingers brush my cheek.

"Christ, Wren. There's blood." His voice is laced with apprehension.

My vision is blurry with tears I didn't know I'd shed as I blink chaotically, trying to focus on his face and understand. His hazel eyes are brimming with concern as I lean into his touch, relishing in the intimacy of the motion.

"I'm sorry, Bella," he coos, pushing my damp hair from my face. "I didn't- I shouldn't have been so rough."

"It's okay," I breathe out, pushing up from the desk to stand and instantly feeling a jolt of pain between my thighs.

Rolling my skirt up, the bright crimson trickles and mixes with the cum to decorate my flushed skin. Looking up at him, he quickly tucks his blood-stained dick back into his boxer briefs, fastening his pants before stepping into the ensuite bathroom.

I hear the tap running and I mindlessly waddle into the doorway to watch as he runs a washcloth under the water. He wrings it out, guiding me to sit on the closed lid of the toilet. The silence is deafening as he gently wipes away the evidence of his claim from my skin.

Tossing the rag aside, he extends his hand to me and I take it, letting him help me to my feet. I start to fix my appearance, tucking the fabric of my shirt back into the waistband and smoothing out the rumples of my skirt.

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