Page 154 of Mark

“We can do that next,” he rasps as he thrusts inside me.

I clench around him, whimpering. “My room is the first door on the left.”

He begins to move, and when he enters my room, his lips are back on mine, his fingers digging into my arse cheeks.

I tug at the strands of his hair, needing more. He drops me down on my desk, knocking some of the perfume bottles to the floor.

I have missed this, the connection that explodes between us when we fuck. And boy, I feel like I am going to explode. You would think I haven’t had sex in years with how wet I am right now.

He pulls back, watching his cock slide in and out of me. My breathing is ragged, whimpers of pleasure slipping through as the mirror at my back slaps against the wall from the force of his thrusts.

A guttural noise escapes him, and hell, it’s the most erotic sound I have ever heard.

My eyelids close and his lips pull away, hovering over mine as he catches his breath.

He begins to fuck me harder, the entire desk slamming against the wall, and I know once this is done, there will be marks and dents in the plaster.

Fuck!

I never thought I’d like rough sex, but this… I crave this. I crave him. And I always want more.

“Harder,” I plead.

“If I fuck you any harder, I’m going to break something.”

I tug at his hair to meet his gaze. “I’m not made of glass.”

He growls, stepping back to lift me off the desk. “Hold on to the desk,” he orders.

I meet his gaze in the mirror. Sweat is already beading at his temples. But it’s my expression that has me captured. There’s a sparkle back in my eyes. My cheeks now have colour. I look different. Feel different. And it’s all because of this man.

He enters me, and my lips part with a silent cry.

I don’t take my gaze off him as he fucks me from behind.

One, two, three thrusts, and with each, he continues to fuck me harder.

I need to come.

I need to cry out.

I need him.

It’s not enough but too much at the same time.

His fingers dig into the flesh at my hips as slams himself inside at the deepest point, hitting the right spot.

I cry out, the tips of my fingers digging in the wood as pleasure explodes inside of me.

His body tenses behind me, and I know it’s because the feel of my walls clenching around his cock has sent him over the edge.

One, two, three more thrusts and then he holds himself inside of me, shuddering as he silently lets go of his own release.

He bends over, kissing my shoulder. “I’ve missed you.”

I stand, uncaring that I have his cum dripping down my thigh, and turn to him. “I’ve missed you too.”

He tucks my hair over my shoulder, and steps closer. “If there is one thing you never have to worry about when it comes to me, it’s cheating. I will never cheat or look at another woman. Not just because I was raised to respect the women in my life, but because I would never hurt you in that way. Not even if we hated each other.”

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