Page 4 of Charity's Redemption

“Slammed.”

Justine’s gawking had me rethinking the whole public fantasy as I pulled Nico into my office, away from her perverted eyes.

His God-like body was for my eyes only.

Shutting the door behind us, I cleared off my desk and sat down, then pulled him towards me by his tie.

No distractions, no peering gazes, no annoying customers. It was just him and me in a small office with all the privacy in the world.

Our lips collided in a burst of lust and desire as I slid my hands under his suit jacket, over his shoulders, and pushed it down his arms until it hit the floor.

Nico tugged on my shirt just as I did his, pulling it over my head, and exposed my breasts in a new black and nude lace bra I’d bought just for them. He ran his hands up my sides, his fingers tracing my skin. Goosebumps chased after him until he reached my bra and, in one swift motion, removed it, then cupped them both in his hands. He buried his face between them, nibbling and kissing, then pulled a hard nipple into his mouth and sucked.

I tipped my head back and gasped as lightning bolts of electricity found their way between my legs, causing the sensitive flesh to pulse with want.

“Nico, yes,” I gasped.

I thrust my fingers through his hair, holding him in place, as my other hand unbuckled his belt and trousers.

He bit my nipple, causing me to curve into him, then drew away, his teeth scraping against the tender bud. He lavished the other with his attention as I shoved his pants to the ground, letting his hard erection bob free.

I wrapped my fingers around his hard length and stroked him. Slowly at first, moving my hand up and down, letting my palm swipe over the tip, causing him to jerk in my hands. He sucked harder on my nipple, which had me picking up pace and squeezing hard.

Nico bit me as I cursed, his breaths matching the rhythm I used until he released my breast and grabbed my hand, slowing me down to move along his thick length. With his other hand, he cupped the nape of my neck and assaulted my lips with tongue and teeth, eliciting a moan I couldn’t control.

I wanted him.

The desire, uncontrollable and wild like the instinct of a caged animal fighting to get free.

I needed to hold him against me.

To feel the sweet friction of him between my legs bringing me to climax. I’d never get enough of his touch, smell, and lust. Him wanting me only added fuel to the fire already burning uncontrollably inside of me.

I kept our lips locked as I slipped off the desk and shimmied out of my shoes and pants, then kicked off my pants across the room. I shoved him backward into the chair, then straddled his lap.

“I don’t know why,” I said between peppering kisses along his jawline, “you came here today.” I reached between our bodies and lined him up with my wet center. “But I’m so glad you did.” He captured my lips as he bound his arms around my waist, forcing me to sink down on his full length. We drank our obsession from each other’s lips as my body adjusted to his.

The tips of my toes brushed the ground as I rose above him, then dropped back down, creating a pace that drove us both wild with want. His lips bit against mine, our tongues swirling and massaging as I continued to ride him with a slow, agonizing rhythm that threatened to drive me insane before him.

He slid his hands to my hips, forcing me down at a quicker pace—his need to take control bleeding out. But this was my show, and he was subject to my every whim.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, bit his lips and chin as I nibbled my way to his earlobe and suckled.

Nico's fresh haircut left the hairs at the nape of his neck trimmed short and practically nonexistent, forcing me to slide my fingers into the longer stands on top and pull.

He buried his face in my neck and thrust upwards, plunging deep inside again and again until he ripped the control out from under me.

Nico bit down hard on my neck as I fought to slow him down, paralyzing me with pain and pleasure, which had my body screaming for him to possess me—to take ownership of me and use me up.

“Oh my god,” I whimpered into his ear.

His force formed a powerful current of lust through my frame that not even I could repress. I met his hips thrust for thrust until a furious wave of euphoria poured over the edge. My body tightened around him as my orgasm slammed into me like a rogue wave, sending me floundering with abandon.

As if Nico could feel my body pulsating and contracting hard around him, he powered into me with ardor until I fell over the edge of ecstasy again, drowning in his unrelenting surges.

“Yes, Charity,” he growled, “come for me.”

I bit back my moans, no longer wanting to share my pleasure with the customers enjoying their coffees. This was between him and me, and no one would amass the satisfaction of experiencing it but us.

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