Page 26 of Crave Me

The fucking arrogance of this man will be the death of me. Even if right now it’s not entirely misplaced, and he knows it. I’ve never let anyone even attempt to give me oral before. In fact, I’ve never even orgasmed with a partner, but that was one that will go down in the history books. Now all I want is for him to fill me, but I’ll be damned if I beg anyone for anything.

“Fuck you,” I spit with as much venom as I can muster.

His head cocks to the side as his eyes squint into slits. I move to sit up on his desk and pull my dress back down, feeling extremely exposed now that he isn’t touching me. He steps further between my legs, pressing a large hand to the center of my chest, forcing me to stay on my back. I heave in a deep breath.

“I said to ask nicely, princess. Now ask me to fuck you. And don’t forget the please this time.”

“Fuck. You. Dallas.” I enunciate every goddamn word to drive it home. Before I can register his movements, he’s on top of me, both of my wrists pinned above my head, and I find myself face-to-face with a snarling beast of a man.

“Do I have your attention now, Blaire? I won’t repeat it again. When we’re together, I’m in control. You’re going to behave, or I’ll spank the brat out of you. The moment you dropped so eagerly to your knees sealed that fate. Do you understand me?”

I look up at him, his T-shirt wrinkled, eyes wild and feral with desire. For me. This gorgeous, sexy man wants me. Why does he have to be my boss? The man who makes my life here so difficult? Why do my brain and body go to complete mush when he bosses me around like this?

“I understand, but I’m not sure if I’m going to listen.” He releases a deep rumbling sound from his chest that can only be described as a growl. I don’t know why I continue to poke the bear, there’s just something about riling him up that feels so good. His hand moves to my center, pushing two fingers into my wet pussy, hard, the other one pressing down firmly on my lower abdomen. My back bows off the desk, arching into it.

“Beg.”

“Fuck off!” I yell between clenched teeth.

He drives in again, rubbing a sensitive spot deep inside me that makes my legs shake. My breaths come in pants, the pressure building inside me.

“Don’t make me say it again, Blaire.”

I turn my head to the side, refusing to look at him as he touches my body like he’s known it forever. My vision blurs as tears leak from the corners of my eyes from the pleasure. His thumb moves to my clit and my orgasm climbs. I do everything I can to hold back my moan. Just as I’m about to peak and fall off that glorious cliff, he pulls his hand away. I whip my head back in his direction, a whine leaving my lips.

“I told you I don’t like repeating myself. Only good girls get orgasms. Brats get punished. Are you going to be my good girl, princess?”

I don’t know what I expected Dallas would be like during sex, but it sure as hell wasn’t this. His dirty talk is expert level and he knows it, he can see the proof of his effect on me as arousal leaks from my center down to my ass. I’ve never been so hot and turned on in my life. There’s something he’s unlocked in me that I didn’t know existed. Iwantto please him. Iwantto do what he says. This morning, I wouldn’t have let him jump-start my car out of fear of him rigging it to explode on my drive home. But here, now? I can’t help the trust I hand over effortlessly.

“Fuck me, Dallas. Please. I want to come. Please make me come. I’ll behave.” I move my hips, scooting down further to the end of the desk, wanting him, hoping he’ll take me and deliver what I know he can give me.

“That’s a good girl. Has anyone else made you feel this good?”

“Never.”

“Good, because I’m about to erase every memory you have of every man that came before me. After I’ve had you, princess, you won’t even remember their names.”

He wastes no more time talking. He kisses me, it’s bruising and raw, his tongue demanding entrance, and this time I open eagerly for him, the evidence of my orgasm exploding on my tongue as our mouths clash together. The rest of my fight drains out of me quickly and I melt for him. His hands roam up my thighs, spreading them further to make room for his waist to settle between my legs. He steps back, pulls me to a seated position, and releases my mouth.

“I want to see all of you while my cock is inside you.” His voice is husky, deep, and resolute. Strong hands grab the hem ofmy dress that’s around my waist and pull up in one swift motion, leaving me completely naked on his desk.

My hands automatically go to my soft tummy, instinctually wanting to cover up, and feeling extremely exposed, while he is still partially dressed. I’ve always loved my body, I’m curvy and voluptuous. My curves are what have always boosted my confidence. But lying here in front of this Greek Adonis, insecurities start to creep in. Dallas bats my hands away just as quickly.

“Don’t you dare hide from me. Fuck, Blaire. Your body makes me lose my mind. Look at you, baby girl. So fucking sexy.” Any insecurity that was edging itself in, flies out the window as Dallas fuels what I’ve always seen in myself. His hands push his pants that were left undone down his waist, revealing that huge, pierced cock.

“Tell me you want it just as bad as I do.” His confession stuns me. While I’m fully aware of the tension that’s always been between us, and I’ve caught him checking me out on more than a few occasions, I didn’t expect him to want me like this. He hates me. For some reason that I don’t dissect right now, I can’t find it in myself to care.

“I want you. Now fuck me or I’ll go fi?—”

His hand comes up around my throat, cutting off my sentence, his fingers squeezing just enough to get my attention. What’s shocking is that this situation should scare the living shit out of me, but he just lit the match to an inferno that set my entire body on fire.

My pussy throbs, needing to be filled by him. He notches his cock at my entrance before slamming home in one powerful thrust that jerks my body further onto the desk. I’ve never felt so full, and I can’t control the scream that leaves me as my body rapidly tries to adjust to the intrusion. His piercings add an entirely new sensation, and I feel myself getting wetter aroundhim. He releases my throat and grabs my hips in a bruising grasp, pulling me back to the edge of the desk. He hooks my legs over his forearms, holding me tight as he pulls out halfway and slams back home.

“Aah! Yes!” My moans and whimpers come out unabashedly.

“You’re taking me so well. Look at this greedy pussy swallowing me. You’re gripping me, Blaire. So. Fucking. Good.” He slams into me over and over, hitting a spot deep inside me that makes my toes curl and my eyes drift closed.

“Don’t stop! Please, just don’t stop,” I beg. He pulls my legs to wrap around him and I lock my ankles together at the base of his spine, holding him in place. Dallas leans forward over me, his big hands grabbing each of my breasts, squeezing them together around his face. He licks up the center before descending on one, sucking my nipple harshly into his mouth. My spine arches and my hands surround his head, holding him to me. My hips gyrate on their own, chasing my orgasm.

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