Page 40 of Tamed By You

My back arches away from the wall, a gasp escaping me when I feel his mouth on me. There’s nothing hurried about his movements, he’s savoring every second, giving languid strokes of his tongue over my clit and through my swollen lips.

Watching him on his knees, devouring me, sends a rush of heat to my lower belly. Another whimper of pleasure creeps up my throat and just as I release it, his mouth leaves my pussy, and he rises to his feet.

I go to protest but the glint in his eye and his lips glistening with my arousal has rendered me speechless. His hands are on my hips, pulling me away from the wall and turning me.

“My desk, on your back,” he commands, his tone low and full of heat.

I walk backwards towards his desk, watching as he takes off his suit jacket tossing it on the couch as he prowls towards me.

And fuck it, I do as he says. Perching my ass on the large dark wooden desk, which is honestly bigger than a dining table for a family of four, I lay back, my hair pooling around me as I lift my dress higher.

A low chuckle leaves him. “So eager, Ali Cat.” He stands in front of me, unbuckling his belt and dropping his pants. He reaches over me and presses his mouth to that sensitive spot between my neck and collarbone and sucks. My body heats and my hands fist his dark hair as I hiss at his touch.

He sucks so hard I'm sure he will leave a mark, but I welcome the sting, loving the feel of his hot mouth on my tingling skin.

Opening a drawer, he pulls out a condom and tears it open. I watch with hungry eyes as he slides it onto his hard cock, giving himself two slow pumps and I whimper, not ashamed of how badly I want him right now.

“Legs up, baby.” I balance my heels on the edge of the desk. His large hands grip my hips and tug me forward. I am so exposed, but I don't care. He slides into me and we both moan in pleasure.

“Wrap those legs around me,” he pants, and I do, pulling him in closer, my back arching off the desk as he hits that sweet spot that only he seems to be able to locate.

“Do you know how fucking hot you look laid on your back for me right now?” His words are breathless as he drills into me.

“Just fuck me, please,” I beg, not caring how desperate my tone is. I'm so close that I can feel that toe curling pleasure building. “Yess, yes just like that.”

“Fuck, you are tight,” he says on a shaky breath.

“Touch me.” I plead breathlessly needing more.

Slowing his movements he cups my face and pushes his thumb inside my mouth.

“Suck,” he demands, and I do, swirling my tongue over the pad of his thumb, coating it in my saliva. He removes it and to my delight, brings it to my clit and rubs in small, tight circles.

“Oh… god,” I mumble on a strangled moan, my back arching off his desk.

“You like that, Ali Cat?” he asks with a cocky laugh.

“Yes,” I cry out, edging on desperate as he picks up his pace. He lifts my leg to rest on his shoulder and it changes the angle and holy shit. My eyes roll as I grip the edge of the desk for support. It’s too much, and yet not enough. Tonight, we have traded places and he’s taking the lead and for the first time I’m not fighting him for control, because with him, I feel safe.

“You’re fucking perfect.” He exhales and his words are my undoing. My body tenses, legs trembling and I shatter beneath him, white-hot pleasure rippling through me.

He leans down, capturing my moan with his mouth and kisses me like a man starved as he chases his own release and tightens the grip he has on my hip. Then I feel the telling jerk as he spills inside of me.

I sag against the desk as he rises, pushing a hand through his hair, a bead of sweat running down his tanned face.

“Guess you did miss me, huh?” He grins wide as he pulls out of me, sliding off the used condom and tossing it in the trash. I get up, searching for my discarded panties.

“When did you get back from London?” I ask finding my panties and pulling them up my legs.

“Never went,” he says, buckling his belt.

“What?” My head whips around to look at him.

“Decided to stay till at least the wedding was over.”

I still, not sure how I feel. “And you didn't think to tell me?” I scold.

Why am I mad?

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