Page 132 of Closer

“Do you want my cock inside you?” He circles my clit, making my hips buck.

“Yes,” I breathe. “Please.”

That’s all the encouragement he needs. In a flash, he lifts me up and places me on his desk, shoving aside papers and pens. They clatter to the floor, but neither of us cares, more busy with getting him out of his trousers. All that matters is this, us, and the fire burning between us.

He hitches my leg around his hip, the blunt head of his cock hard and thick, nudging at my entrance.

“Fuck.” His forehead rests against mine. “You’re so wet.”

I whimper, my nails digging into his shoulders. “Then what are you waiting for?”

He captures my lips in another kiss and pushes into me. I cry out at the stretch, the fullness, the delicious drag of his length. He’s perfect.

“You feel so good.” His lips caress my neck. “So fucking tight.”

I wrap my legs around his waist, urging him deeper. He sets a brutal pace, pounding into me, the desk creaking beneath us.

“Harder.” My nails rake down his back. “Do it harder.”

He complies with a grunt, his thrusts becoming erratic. My orgasm builds, that delicious tension taking over my body.

My walls start to flutter around him. “Don’t stop.”

He growls. “Come for me, princess.” His fingers find my clit, rubbing hard circles, and that’s all it takes.

I shatter with a silent scream, my body convulsing around him until I’m slack.

“We’re not done yet.” He pulls out, setting me on my feet and turning me around.

“What are you—”

He bites down on my shoulder, eliciting a sharp cry from deep within me. Heat surges through my body, and he slides his hard cock along my folds.

“Spread your legs for me, princess.”

I comply eagerly, my entire body and hands quivering. He grasps them firmly and presses them against my lower back, pinning me down on the desk. The ache between my legs grows more insistent, and I want him back inside of me, filling me completely.

“Such a beautiful sight.” He places soft kisses along my spine, each one igniting a new spark of pleasure pulsing through me.

I moan, wiggling in his hold. He doesn’t respond with words, only action, snapping his hips forward, driving into me with a ferocity that steals my breath away. My mind morphs into a haze of pleasure, every thought obliterated by the power of his thrusts. It’s an onslaught of sensations, all-consuming and more intense than the first round. I lose myself in the rhythm of our bodies colliding, the sound of our skin slapping together echoing in the room.

“Do you love having me inside you, princess?”

I struggle to form words, rocking my hips to meet each thrust.

“Good girl.” He slams into me, alternating between deep and hard, slow and fast.

My legs shake, barely able to support my weight as pleasure builds within me like a ticking bomb, its imminent explosion threatening to shatter me into a thousand pieces. “Sebastian, I can’t hold on much longer.”

“Come for me.” He pinches my clit and circles it in time with his thrusts.

The fullness of him inside me, paired with the delicious friction against—

I cry out his name, my voice wavering, and my entire body tense before I finally surrender to the pleasure that consumes me once more. Every part of me spasms uncontrollably, my vision blurring as wave after wave of euphoria crashes through me.

He grunts, his grip on my wrists tightening before burying himself deep inside me one final time, filling me with his cum.

Our breathing slows, and his lazy thrusts in and out of me are intoxicating. My moans grow softer, the pleasure lingering, and my body ever so slowly comes down from the high.

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