Page 80 of Keep Me

She is quite literally addicted to my touch.

“Killian…” she whines. “I was trying…to focus.”

“Then, let me clear your mind.” My hand drifts around to the front of her shirt, popping open buttons as my lips continue their journey down her shoulder.

“You’re not clearing it,” she groans. “You’re fogging it up.”

I get her shirt open enough to find her bare breast inside. My hand engulfs the small mound, massaging and pinching it to hear her voice grow higher and more erratic.

“Then tell me what your book is about, and I’ll leave you alone.”

Her laughter vibrates through her back as I continue to kiss her. “That’s blackmail, you asshole.”

“Mmmm…” I hum against her skin. “Call me more names while I undress you.”

“We are not—”

Her words are cut off as my hand slides down inside her joggers, quickly slipping under her knickers to find her soaked and ready for me.

“What were you going to say, darling?” I reply as my middle finger sinks between her folds, curling to find the spot that drives her wild.

She clings to my arm as she turns her face up toward mine. “You’re such a dick,” she murmurs just before our lips crashtogether. My finger plunges inside her at a steady pace, and I find it so exquisite how she tenses up around me the faster I move.

My cock is leaking at the tip inside my trousers, and I’m growing more and more restless to free it.

While my finger is still buried deep inside her, I happen to glance up at the typewriter and catch only one small line.

He’s the last person on earth I want to love, but I can’t help it. I do.

A smile tugs on my lips as I turn my attention back to her. With my finger still hooked in her warm cunt, I wrap the other arm around her waist and hoist her out of the chair. Dropping her onto her feet facing the desk, I retrieve my hand from her joggers and quickly work to undo my own trousers.

It only takes a second before my cock is free, and I move fast to tear down her bottoms, aligning myself with her waiting heat.

“Grip the desk, mo ghràidh. Hold on tight.”

Shoving her shoulders down to bend her over more, I watch as she white-knuckles the edge of the table just before I shove my fat cock inside her. She moves to her tiptoes and lets out a relieved squeal of pleasure.

It still takes her body a few strokes to open for me before I can work myself all the way in. Once her pussy is stretched and she can accommodate my size, I pound harder against her.

“Go ahead, darling. Call me a name now. While you’re mewling like a goddamn cat in heat.”

“Fuck you,” she mutters, shoving her hips back against me to increase the intensity of my thrusts.

“You can do better than that,” I reply with a grunt.

“I hate you, you brute.”

“I know you do,” I reply with a smile. “Keep going.”

She responds with a high-pitched moan. “You…asshole.”

“You said that one already,” I tease her.

“Just shut up and fuck me,” she pleads.

Looking down, I enjoy the sight of my cock disappearing inside her, but I want her to see it too. So, in a rush, I pull out andlift her up onto the table. Her bare ass rests on scattered papers, crumpling and tearing them as I rip her joggers completely off. Then, I hold up her right leg and ease myself back in.

“Look how well you take me, mo ghràidh. Like you were made for me.”

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