Page 3 of Keep Me

“What?” She leans closer, not hearing me over the music. For the best.

My only response is the slight smirk that teases my lips. The confidence she had while dancing is seeping out of her the longer I make her wait. She anxiously clasps her hands in front of her, and I can’t deny the sick thrill that her uneasiness delivers. I rake her body up and down with my stare, and she takes it as an invitation.

She closes the small gap, surprising me by boldly straddling my legs and toying with the collar of my shirt. She rolls her hips over my lap, and my hands find the curves of her waist. “You like it like this?” she asks in a sultry voice, ghosting a finger over the stubble on my jaw.

I cut right to the chase. “Show me how you’d ride me.”

“Okay, baby…” she trails off as she wraps her arms around my neck and gyrates while slightly bouncing over the growing bulge in my pants. I reach for my drink in boredom, finishing the glass and thirsty for another. She looks at me through her lashes, and I know she’s about to try kissing me by the tilt of her head. Before she gets a chance, I fist the back of her hair and tug her head to the side. Her eyes widen at the sharp pain, and I meet them with a dead stare, my jaw clenching.

A stupid, over-the-top moan spills from her, and I consider just pushing her off and picking a fight with the first person I see. Maybe I could convince Lochlan to go a few rounds with me if he wasn’t busy sucking face with some chick further down the couch.

Her hand slinks down. Long fingers run over my dick, way too gently for my liking. “Or I could ride you for real—” She makes a small yelp as I cut her off, standing abruptly and catching her before she falls off my lap.

“Come with me,” I say gruffly, then grab her hand. I lead her down the hall to the club’s office.

As soon as we’re inside the door, I slam her against the wall. She gasps and moans as I grind my thigh between her legs. I cover her mouth with my hand to shut her up. She places her hand on mine and pushes it down until my fingers collar her throat. A dark flame crackles inside me as I feel the fragile tendons of her neck under my hand. The corner of my mouth twitches as I ask, “You like being choked?”

“Yes,” she sighs breathily, and a cold smile spreads across my face. I catch a small shudder run through her at the look in my eyes that says I could eat you alive and pick my teeth with your bones.

“Good.” I chuckle, a dry, heartless sound that makes her swallow nervously. I move back, dropping my hands and stepping into the middle of the office. She looks at me, eyes wide in question, and I flick my chin at the floor. “On your knees then.”

She takes a deep breath, as if to steady herself, before turning her fuck-me eyes back on.

Before she can drop to her knees, I shoot my hand out for her tits. I tug her dress down. The skinny shoulder strap snaps. I don’t care. Shit like this dress is meant to be torn off. “Now, that’s better, isn’t it.” I smirk, her perky tits on display for me.

I watch them rise and fall along with her breaths as she lowers to her knees at the same time I work my belt. She looks up at me with eager green eyes as I take my cock out. I grab her hand, and her eyes dart between mine and her lifted hand. She seems to be hanging on my every move.

I spit in the center of her open palm and wrap it around my shaft, making her slide up and down. She swallows deeply when she realizes her fingers can’t reach her thumb. “You wanna fuck my mouth?”

“No.” I clutch her chin, hinging her jaw open. “I wanna fuck your throat.” She drops her hand, and I nudge the head of my cock past her lips. My teeth grind together at the first wet glide across her tongue.

“You’ll let me, won’t you, Madison?” Her eyes brighten when I purr her name, intentionally giving her false hope that I’ll remember it tomorrow. She nods, eager to please, and closes her lips around my length.

She slides her hot mouth down my shaft, and a deep rumble comes from my chest. She looks at me, eyes hopeful that her hole is different from any other I could’ve had tonight.

She pushes forward and gags around my tip. But when she tries to pull back, I fist her hair and hold her in place. “You wanna make me happy, don’t you?” She hums her agreement as much as she can with her mouth full of my cock. “Then all the way, Mallorie.” Can’t give her too much hope.

Her nostrils flare for air, but she lets me tilt my pelvis forward and drive my cock further down her throat. I don’t hold back the groan that spills from my lips. “Fuck.” I rock back and forth, my eyes squeezing tight as she hollows out her cheeks for me.

Her eyes water as I begin to punch harder and deeper, the sound of her gags mixing with the wet sound of me fucking her face. Her hands fly to my thighs and squeeze. I knock them off. “Push your tits together. I wanna see ’em while you choke on my cock. ’Cause that’s what you wanted, right? To choke.”

Her brows fret together, but she nods, bobbing up and down and making me groan roughly. She presses her tits together, giving me quite the view, and heat shoots through my bones. “Pinch your nipples. That’s it. Until it hurts.”

She toys with her nipples, and they grow red and hard. Tension grows in my balls. I let my head loll back. Fuck, yes, this is what I needed.

But it’s not enough, not quite. I clutch her face like a vise between my palms, stilling her movements so I can take what I need. I brutally shove my cock down her throat, and she paws at my legs, gagging with tears spilling down her cheeks.

I’m so fucking close.

My knuckles whiten as I twist them into her hair and hit the back of her throat again and again and—Shit, that’s it. I spill my release into her with a heady groan, and all the pent-up energy leaves my tight muscles as if my whole body releases a heavy sigh.

I pull out of her mouth, and her eyes soften when I cup her cheek tenderly. “Now swallow.” She gulps while I tuck myself back into my pants, then she holds out her tongue to show me her empty mouth. She remains on her knees, looking up at me as if expecting me to say something. You were a nice hole to fill? Yeah, I don’t think she’d like what I’d have to say.

I remain silent, absentmindedly cracking my knuckles as she rises with confusion playing on her face. I give her cheek a pat, then turn around and stride over to the desk. I plop down in the chair, my shoulders looser than they’ve been all week, and pull out my phone lazily.

Without looking up, I notice her take a few hesitant steps toward the desk, her fingers dragging up the hem of her dress. “Did I do good?” Her constant need for approval grates my nerves.

“Hmm?” I pretend I don’t hear her pathetic question as I mindlessly scroll.

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