Page 309 of Lodestar

But as I looked, my pussy responded in turn, and I clamped around him which made the vein at the base of his dick throb in reaction and his balls draw up.

Reaching down, I ran my fingers over the taut flesh, enjoying his second groan which morphed into a, “If you keep on doing that, I’m going to come.”

“Who said that wasn’t my end goal?” I breathed, not bothering to ride him just rubbing my clit and letting the clenching of my inner muscles torment him as he worked.

When a shockwave of pleasure rushed through me at my fast-paced fingers, he stunned the hell out of me.

One second, I was on his lap, and the next, he was snapping, "Done," and I was facedown against the desk, my elbows on the glass surface.

His first thrust, he took slow, as if waiting for me to freak out, but I squeezed him tight in greeting, which broke the reins he had on his control and had him bucking into me.

One hand against my stomach, the other he used to shove my fingers away.

As he rubbed my clit, he fucked me.

Hard enough for his monitors to shake, fast enough for his thickness to pound into parts of me that felt untouched.

I screamed again, releasing a sob as he pinched my clit, which had me surging onto my tiptoes and changing the angle entirely.

With each thrust, I felt like he was touching the hand he’d pressed to my stomach, and I writhed beneath him as he carried on.

Over and over.

Hitting that spot that made me want to scream.

His pace quickened even more, and in my ear, his harsh grunting breaths were replaced with, “Come for me, Star. My beautiful, beautiful naughty girl. So fucking tight, so fucking wet. You were born to bring me to my knees, Star. So fucking bad, so fucking good.”

A mewling cry keened from me, long and high as I shuddered through an orgasm that almost had me face-planting into the desk—that was how unawares it took me by.

I caught myself, just, as he carried on pounding that same goddamn spot, and I sagged into the desk, the cold chill of the glass sending more shockwaves through me, my feet losing purchase as I allowed my upper body to take my weight.

The next time I screamed, I knew I was going to shut down.

The darkness loomed in my vision and it was speckled red as if the tiny veins at the backs of my eyes were sparking with the electricity generated by my nerves.

When he came, his low, long groan ricocheting in my ears, I swore I could feel him fill me up. I swore that it triggered that endless darkness that had me losing all sensation, that stole me of my very self, only for it to be delivered back to me in a cascade of pleasure that was beyond anything I’d ever known before.

I didn’t black out. I was awake but not aware as he somehow arranged me so that we were back in his seat and he was softening deep inside me.

My nervous system was still sparking as if on overload, so I let him do what he wanted and just rested against him.

Just trusted him.

Just accepted that he was deserving of my faith in him.

Just loved him.

And after a few minutes, when he had his breath under control, he got back to work while I sat on his knee and he proved, yet again, that he did beat the best armchair on the market—I never wanted to leave this spot.

Ever.

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CONOR

I didn’t mindthat she spaced out, mostly because I knew why.

If I’d thought I’d triggered her, then it’d be a different matter entirely.

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