Page 29 of Save Me

I hum around him…which he really seems to like. His eyes flash to mine, a growl rumbling in his throat.

"Keep doing that."

I plunge down on him, humming again.

He groans, ripping himself out of my mouth.

I open my mouth to protest, but he's on me before I can even say a word, kissing me like he's trying to steal the breath from my lungs. I mewl into his mouth…and then cry out as his hand slips between my legs, working my clit with sinful precision.

"Please, please," I sob against his lips, writhing all over the desk.

"Please what?" he whispers against my lips. "Please keep doing this? Think I will, little bird."

"Please fuck me, Brantley!" I plead. That's what I want. Not his fingers. Not his mouth. I want his cock. I want him inside me, so deep I can't think or breathe.

"Mm, since you asked so nicely," he chuckles, flipping me around on the desk until I'm bent over the side with him leaning over my back. His lips touch the side of my neck. "Hold on tight, baby."

I grip the edges…

And then shout his name as he slams inside me in one deep, delicious thrust, holding me in place with his hand against my shoulder.

The groan rolling from his lips has my inner muscles fluttering around him as it immediately sends me shooting to the edge. It's the sexiest damn sound I've ever heard.

"Christ, you feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock," he groans. "Exactly like this is where you're supposed to be."

"It is," I moan, wiggling beneath him, trying to get him to move. God. I need him to move. "Make me yours again, Brantley."

"I told you that you're already mine, Isla. But I guess you need a reminder." He nips the shell of my ear, tipping his hips back before slamming into me again.

I flatten myself over the desk, trying to stifle my cries. It feels so good. God, everything about him behind me, fully dressed, my skirt hiked up around my waist, as he fucks me over the desk, feels far too good.

Or maybe it's the fact that it's his father's old desk heightening sensations. Maybe it's the fact that Brantley isn't helpless anymore, trapped by a monster. He gets to decide what happens to him now. He gets to make his own choices and decide his own fate. And with every thrust, every groan, he frees himself a little more. He becomes a little more his own and a little less his father's.

He fucks me like he's never going to stop, driving into me again and again. I shatter apart on his cock once and then again. My legs collapse, but he just hauls me up, pinning me to the desk as he pounds into me, groaning in my ear, telling me how damn good I feel and what a good girl I am, letting him fuck me like this.

Every filthy word embeds him deeper under my skin, making me more his than my own. And I love it a little too much. Because I feel more free—more like myself—with him inside me, grunting praise in my ear, than I've ever felt.

"Please, please," I sob, when another orgasm comes barreling toward me, bigger than the others. Massive enough to annihilate me.

"Take it, Isla," he growls, slipping his hand between my body and the desk, seeking out my clit. "Take the pleasure my body is giving you. You earned it, little bird." His lips run along the side of my throat, his kisses full of adoration. "Christ, you deserve nothing but pleasure, baby."

I sob his name, my inner muscles flutter around his cock. "So d-do you. Nothing but pleasure and h-happiness."

He groans my name, burying his face against my throat. "It's impossible not to fall for you, isn't it? You're too fucking perfect."

My heart stops beating for a second, the gentle affection in his voice—the truth in his confession—ripping through me. Holy crap. I think he…

My orgasm slams into me, knocking me breathless.

I convulse beneath him, coming so hard I nearly pass out as wave after wave crashes through me. He roars my name, slamming himself deep and then falling still. A moment later, I feel his cock twitching and jerking as he releases deep inside me, filling me full of him.

I slump beneath him, panting for breath. Shaken all the way to my soul. Brantley Hill is falling in love with me too.

It's too soon. It's way too damn soon. And yet…it's not.

"You okay, baby?" he asks a few minutes later, pulling me off the desk into his arms as he settles into the chair again. He brushes hair out of my face, running his lips across my forehead.

"Yes." I bury my face in his throat, breathing him in. "I'm perfect."

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