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“Condom, babe. Strip.” He demands.

I do as he says, and by the time he returns, all that remains on is my T-shirt. He pushes his boxers down and kicks them to the side, then slides the condom down his length.

“Are you ready for me?” he asks as his hand slides between my legs. His fingers dip into my wetness and he groans. “Fuck yes you are.”

As if our thoughts are linked, I jump into his arms just as he slides an arm under my ass. His tip finds my entrance without guidance, and he slowly sinks into me. It’s a slow, torturous intrusion. One that has tingling flickers of heat covering my entire body. I tighten my legs around him, sucking him deeper into me until he hits that sacred spot so few have ever found.

He pulls out just as slowly as he entered me as his other hand slides up my body and around my neck. I push my hips into him, needing more friction, but he doesn’t give it to me. He tightens his hold on my neck and slowly fucks me. The way he moves inside me is fierce and reverent and promises so much more.

Between the strength of his grip on my neck and the way his hips thrust into me as he sinks in deep, I’m securely pinned against the wall.

He runs his thumb along the ridge of my throat with just enough pressure that it causes me to gasp for air. There’s a dangerous undertone to the way he holds me, but not one that suggests he’ll hurt me. It screams he wants to own me.

His mouth sucks on the skin right where my neck meets my shoulder. Then he slowly places open-mouthed kisses up my neck as he moves inside me. The way he’s gripping my neck and fucking me are in complete contrast. His movements are slow, almost exploratory like he’s discovering my body for the first time, but his hold on me suggests he knows me very well.

When his mouth reaches the sensitive spot just below my ear, he bites down. I cry out at the pain and pleasure it ensues.

My head spins as he moves faster—fucking me harder. I’m so close to my release that I can barely hold my head up any longer.

“So close.” The words barely make it out before his teeth dig deeper and he sucks on my neck. That’s definitely going to leave a mark, but I can’t bring myself to care.

Everything this man does to me feels too good. Even the way his hand tightens around my neck in a choke hold. His palm presses against my throat as his thumb digs in under my chin, forcing my head back.

“Fuck, baby,” he whispers, and then licks the spot he just bit and sucked. “I love your neck almost as much as I love you. Long, slender, and gorgeously decorated.”

My mouth falls open, and my body goes rigid from the intensity of the orgasm that consumes me. It happens so fast my brain doesn’t have time to fixate on what he said.

Instead of moving faster and joining me in his own release, he slows his thrusts, denying himself the pleasure of coming with me.

When he completely stills, confusion washes over me. “What are you doing?”

“Not yet,” he rasps. “I want to make you come again.”

“Chase. I’m not sure …” He cuts my words off when he pulls me into him and carries me into the break room. He sets me on the armrest on one side of the sofa and slowly pushes me down until my back is flat against the cushion and my hips are elevated.

He spreads my legs and stares at my center like he was just handed the best prize ever.

“So fucking pretty,” he says as he lines his cock up with my entrance and slowly pushes in. “You look so good taking me in. I could watch my cock enter you all fucking day long.”

He licks his thumb and then presses it against my clit. The pressure on the already sensitive bundle of nerves has my body lighting up again. He swirls it around, bringing some of my wetness over it.

He doesn’t take his eyes off where we’re joined. The look of pure satisfaction and pleasure in his eyes, combined with the way he’s touching me, causes a second release to build.

“That’s it, baby. I feel your body tightening around me.”

He moves faster, fucking me harder, all the while never once taking his thumb off my clit. This man knows how to make my body sing for him. My back arches as my orgasm surfaces. I’m so close to coming undone again that nothing but the way he feels inside me registers.

This time, he doesn’t hold back. His cock thickens inside me as his release overpowers his control. His thrust became erratic and his thumb presses harder into my sensitive flesh.

“Baby, please.” He begs as the first wave of pleasure consumes him. The desperate tone of his words and the pulsing of his cock are enough to send me spiraling with him.

I don’t know how it’s possible, but I come harder than I did the first time. Maybe it’s because we’re coming together or that my first release never completely subsided. Regardless, I’m boneless and completely spent.

He thrusts one more time, filling me so completely, I can’t tell where he ends, and I begin. He collapses over the edge, covering my body with his.

As he plants light kisses on my neck and down my chest, his words from earlier return. I love your neck almost as much as I love you.

Did he really say that? Did he mean it, or were they said in a moment of heated passion?

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