Page 41 of Sweet Conviction

"Am I coming down your pretty throat yet, wife?" he rasps. "If not, then no."

Well, then…

I plunge down on him, taking him as deep as I can.

"Fuck!" he shouts.

My lips curve around him. That's more like it.

I hollow my cheeks, sucking hard, trying to wreck him like he always wrecks me. I want him delirious with pleasure this time, so high he can't think straight for once.

I suck and lick, loud slurping sounds echoing around the office. God, I love this. The way he tastes. The way he moans. The way he trembles.So damn sexy.

My hand slips back into his pants, trailing over his balls.

"Fuck this," he growls suddenly, yanking me up from the couch. His mouth crashes against mine, his kiss hot and wild.

"I thought you wanted to come down my pretty throat," I tease as he storms across the office.

"Changed my mind," he growls, dropping me on his desk. His hands run up my thighs, yanking them apart. "Everyone in this building is about to hear you screaming my name, wife." He drags my panties off, peeling them down my legs. "Everyone."

Yay me.

He drops down into his chair, shouldering my legs apart. "Goddamn. Maybe I need to make this my new screensaver."

"Don't you dare," I gasp, gripping the edges of the desk…hanging on for dear life.

"We'll see." He smirks, those wicked eyes locking on mine. "Depends how sweetly you beg."

"Dalton, I will murd–"

He yanks me forward, burying his face in my pussy, and the threat dies on my lips. Oh God.

His tongue is everywhere, striking ruthlessly against my clit, dipping into my hole, and then lower…

"Please, please," I sob, rocking shamelessly as his tongue circles my back entrance, flicking against it in a way that shouldn't feel this damn good. "Oh God,please."

"Good girl, wife," he groans. "Keep begging for your orgasm just like that."

God help me, I do. Shamelessly. Without reservation. I sob and plead and fucking beg as he fucks me with that wicked tongue until I'm shaking.

"Now come," he orders.

I shatter like glass on his command, too. Helpless. Desperate. So in love with him, I'd offer up my damn soul if he demanded it.

He growls, surging to his feet, his hazel eyes on fire. "So goddamn perfect," he breathes, tipping my head back to kiss me.

I sob against his lips as he slams into me, stretching me to capacity around his thick cock. The desk rocks beneath us, files sliding off the side.

Neither of us cares. We're lost in one another, lost in the pleasure, as he pounds into me, fucking me so deep I feel every thrust in my bones, in my soul.

"You look beautiful taking my cock, Tempest," he groans. "Like a goddamn offering laid bare for me."

"Dalton," I whimper.

He pulls almost all the way out before slamming back into me. "Fuck. I could do this all day." He does it again. "Watching you quiver and moan." And again. "Fucking ruining you." Again. "Goddamn, baby."

I sob his name, my head falling back as the pleasure becomes unbearable. I can't breathe. I can't think. All I can do is take what he gives me over and over again.

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