Page 112 of Guarded King

She hesitates, probably aware of just how exposed this will leave her. But it only lasts the space of a heartbeat or two. When she braces her hands behind her and puts her feet where I’ve commanded, heat flares hard and fast up my spine. She’s pink and wet andall fucking mine.

I skim my finger over her, the ghost of a touch from her clit to her glistening entrance. Then I slide the tip inside. “I can’t wait to feel your needy little cunt gripping me again,” I murmur.

She whimpers restlessly. So damn impatient.

Head lowered, I lick over her tight bundle of nerves and push my finger deeper inside her, eliciting a sharp gasp from her lips.

I pump into her, alternating between circling her clit with my tongue, sucking on it, and flicking it in an erratic rhythm that has her hips chasing every movement.

Within minutes, her legs are shaking and her arousal trickles down the cleft of her ass. She moans when I thrust a second finger into her, giving her more of the pressure she needs.

When I press a third against the tight ring of muscle between her cheeks, she sucks in a breath and tenses up.

“Has anyone ever touched you here?”

She shakes her head. “I’ve never…”

Satisfaction slams through me. I feel like some kind of damn cave man, needing to claim every part of her.

“Let me in, sweetheart. It will feel good, I promise.”

A shudder racks through her, but she relaxes, allowing me to slip the tip of my finger inside, its passage eased by the slickness already pooling there.

As I work my tongue and hand again, she moans, grasping my hair as if to anchor herself. But by the way her internal muscles tighten around me, there’s no holding back what’s about to hit her.

“Roman… God, I’m so close.”

At the last minute, I pull my hand and mouth away, and she cries out in protest, eyes flying open and finding mine. The need blazing there takes my breath away.

“The first time you come in my office,” I growl. “It’ll be on my cock.”

In one quick movement, I unzip my pants and push them and my boxer briefs down to my hips, freeing my erection.

As I wrap my fingers around my aching shaft, her hips squirm in anticipation. A firm upward stroke forces the pre-cum that’s leaking from me to spill over the back of my hand and drip to the floor.

“Lie back.”

When she does, I lean forward, brace one hand on the desk, and press the swollen head of my cock against her clit. Desperate to be filled, she tilts her pelvis, trying to get me where she needs me.

Her movement has me sliding down toward her entrance, pulling a hiss from between my teeth. I don’t push inside, as much as I’m dying to. Instead, I curve forward and kiss her long and hard, as my crown pulses against her soft flesh.

When I break the kiss, she begs. “Please, Roman. Please.”

There’s not a part of me that doesn’t want to fuck her bare, but we haven’t had that conversation yet. And now isn’t the time.

“I need to get a condom.” The words are so harsh they’re practically a growl.

Her head lolls to one side against the desk. “Hurry.”

Fuck, her neediness only stokes the fire licking up my spine. I love seeing this side of her, where she chases what she wants. And if she wants my cock, I’m more than happy to give it to her.

I yank my wallet out of my pants pocket and tear the condom out. Once I’m sheathed and at her entrance, she lifts her hips, her body giving way around the head of my dick. Her inner walls clamp down on the first thick inch of me.

“You want me to fill you up, sweetheart?” My whole body vibrates with the effort it takes to resist thrusting balls deep into her. I want to take my time. If I’m going to cross every line, then I’ll make sure I enjoy every second of it.

And watching her perfect little cunt work so hard to take all of me is one of the details I don’t want to miss.

So instead of slamming into her, I flex my hips, forcing her to slowly accept more of me.

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