Page 101 of Hidden By His Side

Summer’s head fell back, tipping off the other side of the desk to hang as her body clenched and came so hard she saw stars. She must have screamed, just like he’d asked, because when she floated back into her body, her throat felt raw.

Ramiro hovered over her, his beard damp, his lips glistening as he cupped her head, lifting it to search her eyes. “I love you.”

He didn’t kiss her, which she was glad of. He really was filthy, but he was filthy because of her. Her legs dangled on either side of his hips, and the fingers that had been inside her were getting her desk dirty beside her head.

He wasn’t pressing his erection against her, though. He was acting like they were all done.

“What about you?” she slurred, her mind mush.

“Your taste is all over me. I got what I wanted.”

“Inside me,” she murmured, her hands finding his waist and trying to tug him closer. “I need you inside me. Fuck me hard, right on top of this desk.”

His pupils blew wide, and he nearly kissed her, his breath fanning over her face. “Let me wash my face first,” he murmured, but her hands pulled harder, pressing his still covered erection against her, ruining his pants with how soaked she was.

“Now.” Her hands fumbled for his button and zipper, finding him. Once she had his erection free, it pressed right where she wanted it. “Please, Ram. Fill me. Fuck me.”

Ramiro’s hand slid to grip the back of her neck, holding her tight as he slammed inside of her. His other hand gripped her thigh, dragging it out and up to give his hips more room to move.

“Fuck!” He blinked, trying to shake his head even as he fucked her hard enough to bounce her breasts. His eyes glittered with need as they stared into hers. “You okay?” he grunted.

Summer moaned, letting her arms fall away. She spread her other leg as far as it would go, but she had no leverage to meet his thrusts. All she could do was take them, take everything he had.

“Summer!” he cried out. His face twisted, his thrusts hard and deep and powerful as he did just what she asked.

She felt so full, and her nerve endings were already sensitized from her orgasms. Her back arched off the desk as her body came again, squeezing down on his erection, making him feel even bigger inside of her.

Ramiro lost words. He made desperate sounds, his hand moving under her to cup and lift her ass, changing the angle of his thrusts to get even deeper.

Every thrust slid over that special spot inside her, not gentle at all but demanding, forcing her to take him just how he wanted.

The orgasm didn’t seem to be stopping this time. Her body continued to pulse and contract, as if trying to suck his erection even deeper, but he couldn’t get any deeper. His thrusts were wild and uncontrolled—hewas wild and uncontrolled—and it was all she’d ever dreamed of.

Her throat hurt and everything around her faded except for Ramiro’s intent eyes and the way he fucked inside of her.

Her body went limp when the last pulse shuddered out of her, and she melted onto the desk, but Ramiro kept going. The sound of him fucking her, flesh hitting flesh, filled her even when her eyes slipped shut.

Both his hands moved to her hips, and he dragged her hard into him, bouncing her on his cock, making new sparks flicker inside her.

“Okay?” he gasped.

Summer tried to move her lips, but all that slid out was a groan.

His thrusting flagged as his hands shook where they held her. “Open your eyes. Let me see them.”

She dragged her eyelids up, her chest lurching at the worry she saw in his gaze.

“… ‘m okay,” she slurred.

His hips hadn’t stilled completely, and his erection jerked inside of her. “You sure?”

Summer swallowed. “Don’t stop,” she said. “I like it.”

He let out a groan and pumped into her harder. Her breasts bounced as he jerked her body against his, his thrusts faster, his shoulders shaking. “I’m close,” he grunted out. She wished he’d gotten naked so she could see the masculine perfection of his chest. His hips snapped forward with each push of his erection deep inside her. “I’m so fucking close. Fuck, baby girl. Fuck, I need you.” He finally shouted in release, his head falling back as he pumped his cum deep, deep inside of her.

His body tilted forward when it was over, lying on top of her on the desk. His arms shook beside hers, holding some of his weight as his breathing heaved in his chest. “Fuck,” he muttered, struggling to push himself up.

Summer’s arms wrapped around his back, pulling him tighter against her. He was still buried inside her, his body completely covering her torso, and all she felt was exhausted joy. There were no shadows at all. “Stay. Stay like this.”

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