Page 152 of Filthy Lovin Heroes

He pulled back, his finger still buried in my pulsating channel. The way he looked at me sent another shiver through me—of emotion so deep it felt rooted in my own soul. I’d never had a man look at me that way—as if he adored me.

When he slid his finger from my body, I choked on another cry.

“Shh, my sweet girl. You need more, don’t you?” He tugged my skirt farther up. With anyone else I might be embarrassed of how my thighs touched and even rubbed together when I walked, but under Grayson’s gaze I felt incredibly beautiful. Fragile, even.

He stood back to look at me. “I want you totally naked for me, but this is going to do for now. I like how you’re disheveled. Totally lost in your passion to have me.” His stare dipped to mine. I felt my panties still pushed to the side and knew my thick pussy lips were exposed to him. Cooler air rushed over my heated flesh, and my nipples tightened further.

“Show me your sweet pussy. That’s it. Just like that.”

I pulled a leg up and rested my heel on the ledge of the large desk. Spreading wide, I slipped a hand down my thighs and over my folds.

“Show me,” he insisted in a husked voice.

Pulling the folds wide, I felt a hard blush creep up my cheeks. His eyelids fluttered in approval.

He stepped in, cock in hand, and dragged the head against my clit. I ached for him to be in me. I swore the pleasure shooting through me was almost too much.

“Can you take me again, Cherry? After this morning?” He stroked his cock from root to tip, cum dripping from the opening of his shaft. The hairs on his knuckles stood out to me, making him seem more viral and in charge.

“You better not even try to walk away after all the teasing,” I challenged him.

The warm chuckle he gave in response sent a flood of juices to coat his fat cock head.

He ran his tongue over his firm lower lip. “Good, baby. Now, take your beautiful ass and bend it over the desk.”

Shaking now, I got to my feet. I turned and braced both hands on the surface. If this was how my days would be spent working, I could get used to it. But I was afraid too.

He ran his fingers through my wet folds. “I don’t want to hurt you, sweet girl,” he crooned in my ear. “I just want to own this sweet fucking tight pussy in every way possible. I want to be the only man that can ever make you cream your panties any time. Any place.”

I whimpered.

He slipped his cock into my pussy. The head stretched me to the point of burning, but it was a good sensation. I pushed back against him.

He sank deeper with a rough noise of pleasure. “So. Fucking. Tight. This pussy’s mine, Cherry. All mine. I’ll have it no other way. You’re mine. Do you understand me?” His words were solemn, his tone left no room for misunderstanding.

“Yes,” I panted, my thoughts clinging to his emotions.

He gripped my hips and plunged deep in one solid shove.

“Oh, fuck, Grayson.”

“Mine!” He gripped me tighter. I felt my body stretch to an impossible size but didn’t have time to pull him to me and kiss the hell outta him like I wanted because he started to move.

Fucking me with long, deep strokes. Powerful thighs cradled mine and my breasts jiggled. He cupped them and dragged me into him with every mind-spinning thrust.

“I’m going to...cum,” I breathed. He lost his rhythm, and the small slip gave me a heady feeling of power.

His growl rippled over my nape. “My sweet girl needs to cum on my cock, don’t you?”

“Y-yes.” My body squeezed him tight.

“This pussy is mine. I’m going to feed my seed into you again and this time you’re not to wash it off until we shower tonight.”

I didn’t want to wash it off in the first place, but I loved the possessiveness coming from him anyway.

“Oh, God, yes.”

He pounded me wildly. The papers and files on the desk were shaking, but neither of us cared. “So tight. All mine.”

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