Page 82 of Into the Night

I smile as I take him deeper into my mouth, and he lets out a strangled grunt.

“I appreciate you letting me know.”

They exchange some more pleasantries, and I delight in how Griffin twitches and squirms, one large hand first attempting to push me away before holding me tighter as I move my head up and down, wrapping my lips around his girth and hollowing my cheeks as I suck him deep.

His hips move, ever so slightly, and I can tell from the way his balls pull up that he’s on the verge of spilling into my mouth. And I want it.

Redoubling my efforts, I stroke him harder in time with my mouth, and swirl my tongue around, loving when his grip tightens painfully in my hair.

“We’ll leave you to it. But thanks. He was a dangerous man to have wandering free.”

“Thanks for what?” Griffin asks, already inching his seat back. Curling his fingers into my hair, his beast rises to the surface. I think I’ve almost won, now that he’s going to come, when he grips the arms of his chair so hard that the plastic groans, and his knuckles turn white.

“Exactly.” There’s a moment’s pause where something unsaid passes between them, and then the two men turn to leave.

Nervous anticipation rises inside me as their footsteps retreat, and the door finally closes softly.

One second passes, then two, and it’s only when I moan around his cock that Griffin lets out a low growl before he reaches down to grab me under the arms and then hauls me away.

Moaning in disappointment, my eyes go wide when he lifts me up, standing from his chair, his cock poking me where it stands to attention between us.

Griffin’s panting, chest heaving, as he stares down at me. “What the fuck was that?”

He growls, rough hands finding the top of my jeans and then yanking them apart. There’s a clink as a broken button goes flying across the room. He tugs my jeans and panties down my hips roughly, only as far as my knees, so my legs are still caught in them before spinning me around to face the other way.

“Did you want them to see you? To come closer and see you with my cock in your mouth?” His breath scorches my cheek as he whispers against my ear, “Did you want to show them exactly what they’re missing? What they can’t have?”

He shoves me forward, so I’m forced to press my palms to the wooden desk to stay upright. Then he takes my silence as an admission, although the only reason I don’t speak is because all I can concentrate on is how his rock-hard length notches against my entrance but doesn’t move to push inside me.

“Please.” I beg, but Griffin doesn’t give me what I want.

Instead, he teases me by dragging his cock through my wetness, taunting me.

“Maybe you’d love it if someone walked through this door and saw me bending you over my desk and fucking you, hard.” He asks like it’s a question but doesn’t wait for my response as he pushes slowly into me, my channel tight, with my thighs pressed together.

Eyes fixed on the door, I gasp. It’s not locked. Anyone could walk in, and they’d get quite a show. I shouldn’t like that idea, but there’s no missing how my pussy clenches down around him, and wetness floods between my thighs.

“Thought so.”

Completely satisfied, he rumbles, ramming into me and filling me the rest of the way when the head of his cock bumps against my cervix. The dull ache is quickly erased by pleasure as he drags in and out, moaning and grunting, losing himself in me. It’s brutal and demanding. His hips slap against my ass as he pounds into me, fingers gripping my hips hard to keep me in position.

“You smell amazing.” He groans, his teeth clamping down on my shoulder as he covers my back.

I’m so hot. The warmth of his big body and the layers of clothes between us are making it uncomfortably warm. But I can’t strip off, not with the door open, and the ranger’s office officially back in action. Fuck. What if Ben or Evan walks in? Or Jack. They’re regular visitors now and knocking on what used to be practically their home would never even dawn on them.

“Fuck, Kali. You’re so hot. Your body, it’s burning me up. It’s like your pussy is on fire.”

“Give it to me, Griffin. Come in me. I need it.” My voice is barely more than a pathetic whimper as I plead with him to come deep inside me.

With a string of curses, Griffin shoves me even harder forward and then lets his beast loose. His thrusts are ferocious as he drives into me, over and over, until I feel the swell of his knot, and then Griffin shouts his release, spurt after spurt of cum painting my insides.

“Fuck. Jesus. What the fuck?” Griffin’s incoherent as he leans over me, his hands outside mine on the desk surface. He pumps his hips once, and I cry out, torturously close to release, but still needing something more. His fingers find my clit, and he strokes it, softly, rhythmic, but then increases in speed and pressure as I writhe, trapped under him while he brings me higher.

“That’s it, come for me baby. Pull my seed into your perfect body,” he mumbles against my neck, encouraging me higher. “I think you’re in heat, Kali. Or it’s starting. We’re going to stay like this until I’ve put a baby in you.”

I clench around him, so close to release, and he grunts, biting down harder on my mark.

“And then I’m going to watch your belly get round with my young. You’re going to be the best mum ever. So good, I’m going to do it again, and again, and again.”

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