Page 96 of The Woman

Reaching for her hands, I tug until she’s lowering herself to the ground. Immediately, her fingers are working on my belt, and soon, she has my pants undone and open.

“Do you want me to taste you?” she asks, a coy smile on her lips while she brushes her fingers close to my cock, but doesn’t touch it.

That smile is replaced by a gasp when I thread my fingers through her hair and grip, pulling her head closer so that it’s within reach of me.

“Put me in that warm mouth of yours.”

Lust floods her features, her mouth parting and tempting me for a taste. Sometimes, she fights it simply because it’s in her nature. Other times, she easily complies with my wishes. Either way, I know that she likes it when my orders are of a sexual nature. And I like finding out which reaction I’ll get from her.

While still looking at me, she takes hold of the base of my cock, lifting it off my stomach and bringing it closer to her lips. Her pink tongue pokes out, licking up the backside of it and making a quick swirl of the top before retreating again. A low sound rumbles from my chest.

Yes. This is exactly what I needed.

The next time her mouth opens, she takes the tip into it, wrapping those lips tightly around me, and then goes as deep as she can. Breath escapes my lungs, and euphoria is already spinning around in my head.

“You suck me so fucking good,” I mumble. “Look at you taking it all in.”

She hums her satisfaction at the praise and then goes harder, bobbing her head, suctioning her cheeks, swirling her tongue. She takes my balls into her free hand and gently tugs on them, causing tingles to spread from the area.

Pleasure floods my body, and my head drops back to face the ceiling, sucking a breath through my teeth. But I want to draw it out a little longer. I use the grip on her hair to slow her movements, but with the way her mouth is working me, going slower will not make a difference.

“Don’t make me come yet, Avery,” I order.

The ceiling transforms to darkness as my eyes drift close, and all the feelings in my cock increase. The defiant little woman has doubled her efforts instead of holding back.

I pull her off me abruptly with a gruff noise from my throat. “What did I tell you?”

She smiles, licking her lips where saliva has accumulated. “I didn’t hear you.”

In one swift move, I have her flat on her back on the desk, her startled yelp filling the office. I lean over her, teasing the pulse points on her neck before settling my hand around her throat.

Moving my mouth close to her ear, I nip at her lobe before murmuring in a low voice, “Do you hear me now?” After a quick nod of her head, I add, “I want you to come on my cock, coating it with your juices before I empty inside you. Understood?”

“Yes,” she whispers.

“Good.”

Sliding my hand down her body, I reach under her dress and pull her underwear to the side, stroking over her warm and wet center several times. I love that she gets this aroused from just having me in her mouth.

When I’ve gotten her worked up and squirming beneath me, I line myself up and push inside her, groaning at the sensation of it.

I continue working her clit while pumping my hips, determined to bring her to the same point as me. I need to fucking come, but she has to first. Her walls are already clenching me tight, so it seems she’s already right there with me. I just have to push her further.

Lifting her legs, I widen them, placing her feet on the edge of the desk to give myself more room. Then I thrust harder, watching her body move up and down on my desk, and her chest rises and falls more rapidly.

“Are you ready to come for me?” I ask, returning my fingers to her clit.

Perspiration builds along my hairline and underneath my fully clothed body.

“Phoenix,” Avery whispers. “It feels so good.”

Suddenly, the phone beeps beside her head on the desk. I ignore Thomas’s page, continuing to work Avery to orgasm. But it beeps again and then again until I finally grab hold of it, bringing it to my ear.

“What?”

Avery’s eyes widen, surprised at the fact that I answered it while still very much inside her.

“What’s up with you? You looked pretty irate when you passed me.”

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