Page 86 of Worth Every Risk

“Don’t make a fucking sound,” I whisper. “Or I’ll spank your arse so hard you won’t be able to sit down for a week.”

A moan, dripping with desire, rumbles against my palm.

The fucking disobedience…

I rip my hand from her pussy and strike her arse hard.

In response she bites down on the side of my hand; admittedly not as hard as I struck her but enough to make me wince.

I remove my hand from her mouth and shake it out. “Not a sound,” I demand. “Are we clear?”

She nods against the desk, shaking her bright mane of hair so it ripples over her back.

I undo my trousers, letting my painful hard-on spring free. The head escapes the waistband of my boxers, glistening with pre-cum.

I shift my underwear down and guide the head of my cock along her entrance, sliding in her juices. She pushes back against me, like her pussy wants to swallow my cock whole.

“Patience.” With one hand on her back to hold her in place, I edge my cock inside her wet warmth. “So tight, baby. So fucking tight.”

I begin to drive deeper, thrusting in and out, drilling my cock right to the hilt with every thrust, my balls slapping against her arse.

The office fills with the sounds of our bodies slamming against one another. It’s feral and raw and turns me on even more.

Aries begins to moan again. Her voice is so full of desire that it only drives me to pound her harder. “I. Said. Be. Quiet,” I say, thrusting hard on each word, then driving my hand down on her arse cheek, which only increases the fervour of her moans.

I spank her again, the pale flesh turning pink. “I wasn’t joking, Aries.”

She’s quiet, but I can tell she’s close, given how she thrusts back against me, her fingers tense and pressing flat against the desk.

I slide a hand around her hips to find her swollen clit, and run circles over it, faster and faster, building the pressure.

Her cunt tightens around my dick, pulsing with the approaching orgasm, and I thrust deeper still, matching my movement with the circling of her clit until her legs are shaking and she’s jerking against the desk in the throes of pleasure she’s desperately trying to silence.

“Aries… Aries…” My voice is a low rasp, her name like a chant on my lips. Sparks of pleasure shoot through me, cutting me off as my orgasm approaches. The sensation spreads up my length as I spurt thick cords of cum into her. “Fuuuuck,” I groan.

When the blast of my orgasm fades, I lean over her naked back, pressing my shirt and suit jacket against her bare skin. I gently rub my palm against her arse where I struck her, soothing the inflamed skin. I want to stay buried inside her, keep her soft flesh beneath my palms. Trap her here between my desk and my body forever.

I rest my lips against her ear. “If that was break-up sex, we need to break up more often.”

“I’ll do this again if you will,” she murmurs.

An excruciating pain tears at the space behind my sternum, and when I speak my tone is full of regret. “I can’t. This was reckless. Anything else would be plain fucking stupid.”

I kiss the space between her shoulder blades, letting my lips linger there for a moment that stretches too long. I swear I can hear her heart beating; I’m that fucking close to it.

I slide my cock out of her, reaching over for some tissues from a box on the desk to catch our combined cum that leaks from her. I clean her up and toss the tissues in the bin.

I don’t want to walk away. I don’t want to leave this woman. But the risk is too huge, and I’ve already risked too much with her.

I fix my trousers and tuck my shirt in, hiding my sins beneath a suit for the second time in one evening.

A million things I want to say to her bubble up on my tongue, but I swallow back every single one until all that’s left is, “Good night, Aries.”

I let myself out of the room. I know it’s a shitty move to leave her naked and bent over my desk, but she knew what this was… sheaskedfor it. And it was great, but if I don’t leave right this fucking second, I won’t be able to walk away at all.

24

ARIES

---