Page 17 of A Grinchmas Delight

“Yes,” he breathes.

“I hate you,” I cry as his hand slips beneath my dress.

“Good,” he grits, pulling my lips back to his. One hand on my face, the other on his belt buckle. I hear the rustling of his beltand pants then his zipper. Adrenaline courses through my veins at the realization of what’s happening. Is this really happening?

Zane’s cold hands grip at the hem of my leggings. He pauses, staring at me, an unspoken question. I nod and he drags them down my legs. His fingers find me wet and aching for him. I squeal at the cold intrusion but welcome it as he dips a finger inside me. I lean my head back against the concrete wall.

The fantasy of Zane bending me over dances across my mind and my eyes fly open.

“Bend me over,” I whisper, staring at him. Watching and waiting for his reaction.

He grips my hips and spins me around, hiking my sweater dress up. Exposing me to him.

“Fuck, Dayra. You’re so goddamn beautiful,” he groans, teasing my entrance with the head of his cock. He rubs it back and forth between my clit and my wetness. I’m building already. God, this is too good.

“Yessss,” I moan, placing my hands on the wall to steady myself.

I’m so close. It’s been so long since I’ve been touched by a man and it’s absolutely fucking euphoric. I swear I’m seeing stars every time his head grazes my clit.

“That’s so fucking good,” I moan, pressing my pussy back into him.

“You want me to fuck this little pussy?” he asks, his tone rough and commanding.

“Yes,” I answer, grinding my hips against his cock.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Zane,” I answer, hoping that was what he was looking for.

“I fucking love it when you say my name,” he whispers, easing into me.

I suck in a breath as he fills me entirely. Slowly. Fully. I grind my hips against him, moaning at how good it feels for him to be so deep.

He’s thick and just the right length, hitting that deep spot inside of me without being painful. He groans as I circle my hips again.

“Fuck!” He whispers, burying his face into the nape of my neck.

His grip on my hips tightens and he begins pumping in and out, slowly at first then he finds a rhythm. I’m embarrassed at how fast I’m about to come, but it feels so good I can’t stop it.

“Yeah, tighten that pussy around me, Dayra,” he moans as my orgasm builds. It’s winding tightly inside of me and I’m so close to tumbling over the edge.

“I’m coming,” I whimper, trying to grip the wall but it’s too slick. I need to do something before I scream his name for the whole office to hear.

“Oh, fuck yeah. Come for me, babygirl,” he commands and I am putty in his hands, my orgasm shaking me to my core. I sink my teeth into my arm to stifle the screams that threaten to echo through the halls of this stairwell. I come so hard that I don’t know how I keep myself upright.

Zane pounds into me harder, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing around us. I’m still coming around him. “Fuck, I’m coming with you,” he grunts and pulls out.

I drop to my knees and take him into my mouth. His hand fists in my hair as he spills down my throat. I suck him until he jerks and slowly pulls out of my mouth.

I glance up at him, the satiated look on his face making me want to do it all over again. I’m on a high from my orgasm and even more of a high from Zane calling me babygirl. I could’ve melted right then and there, and technically, I did.

Zane places a hand on my cheek, a gesture of admiration I wasn’t expecting but find welcoming just the same. He blinks a few times and smiles at me.

“Holy shit.”

I nod in agreement, offering him a grin. I stand up, pulling my leggings up. Zane pulls his slacks up and zips them, pressing the front of them to try and unwrinkle them. I pull the hem of my sweater dress down and wipe the back of my mouth with my hand.

“I hate you,” I whisper, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

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