Page 58 of Closer

As if sensing my restraint, she redoubles her efforts, taking me to the back of her throat. Her muscles flutter around the head of my cock, and I nearly lose it right then and there.

“Lil, you gotta stop.” I tug at her hair. “I’m gonna come if you keep that up.”

She releases me with an obscene pop, her lips shiny with saliva and pre-cum. “Isn’t that the point?”

I cup her jaw, my thumb tracing the seam of her mouth. “Not like this. When I come, I want to be buried inside you, want to feel your sweet little pussy squeezing me dry.”

Her pupils dilate, a flush staining her cheeks. “Then what are you waiting for?” Bold. Challenging.

Fuck, I love it when she’s feisty.

I haul her up with me and bend her over the desk, sweeping the plate and papers to the floor with a clatter.

“This what you want, princess?” I grind against her ass, letting her know how hard I am for her through the fabric of her robe. “Want me to fuck you right here?”

She whimpers, pressing back against me. “Do it. Please.”

I’ve never been able to deny her when she begs so sweetly.

I yank her bathrobe open, baring her naked body to my greedy gaze. Fucking hell, she’s not wearing anything underneath. Her folds are glistening, already slick and ready. For me. Because of me.

I don’t waste any time, positioning my painfully throbbing cock at her entrance and thrusting home in one smooth stroke. She cries out, her fingers scrabbling for purchase on the smooth surface of the desk.

“Fuck, you’re perfect.” My hands dig into her hips, and I penetrate her, setting a hard, fast pace that has her whimpering and mewling beneath me.

The desk creaks with each snap of my hips, the lewd slap of skin on skin filling the room. I’m drunk on her, on her pussy, gripping me like a glove.

“Sebastian,” she pants.

“That’s it, princess. Take it.” I punctuate each word with a sharp thrust, driving into her harder, deeper. “Fucking take it.”

She pushes back against me, meeting me stroke for stroke.

“Good girl.” So fucking eager, so responsive. I skate a hand up her spine to grip the nape of her neck, holding her in place as I rail into her.

My balls draw up tight, the pressure building at the base of my spine. I’m close, teetering on the razor’s edge. But I’ll be damned if I finish before her.

Bracing one hand on the desk, I reach beneath her with the other, seeking out her clit. She jolts when I find it, rubbing quick, rough circles over the sensitive nub.

“Come for me.” My breath is hot against her ear. “I want to feel your sweet pussy squeezing my cock.”

She writhes beneath me, her moans growing louder, more desperate. Her insides tighten, her body tensing like a coiled spring.

“Be a good girl.” I pinch her clit, my thrusts growing more erratic. “Fucking come for me.”

Her orgasm crashes over her, her pussy spasming wildly around my cock, milking me for all I’m worth. The force of it nearly buckles my knees, pleasure sizzling through my veins like lightning. I empty myself inside her with a final, brutal thrust.

I can’t move, can’t think, can only feel. Feel her trembling beneath me, feel the aftershocks rippling through her body. Feel the way she molds to me, so soft and warm and perfect.

I know we have a lot to figure out. A lot of wounds to mend. But right now, all that matters is her. Her body, her heart, her very soul. She belongs to me. And I belong to her. Always have, always will.

Fuck. What this woman does to me…

I press a kiss to her shoulder, tasting the salt of her sweat on my tongue. “You okay?”

Her breathing is ragged. “Yeah. I’m… wow.”

“Wow, huh?” A chuckle rumbles in my chest. “Guess I haven’t lost my touch.”

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