Page 56 of Undercover Desires

I look into his eyes, conflicted yet drawn to him. “Kobe, we can’t...”

Before I can finish my sentence, he closes the distance between us, and our lips meet in a rough kiss, igniting a fire that neither of us can extinguish. He grabs my ass through my dress, pulling me toward him crudely. I can feel how hard he is through his suit pants. Reaching for him, I rub his length through his pants. I can’t stop myself after the other night in his office. I have thought about nothing else but screwing him again.

“On your knees, I want to fuck that pretty little mouth of yours,” he growls out, sounding as desperate as I feel.

My insides clench. He’s a dirty, dirty man, and I should be offended, walk away from him right now. But instead, I lower carefully to my knees. He unzips his fly, releasing his massive cock, and I can’t get my hands back on him fast enough.

“Open your mouth for me, babydoll.”

I follow his instructions, opening my mouth, and he eases himself inside. The taste of his salty pre-come turns me on even more. I take him as far down my throat as I can, staring up at him as I do. He looks down at me with a satisfied grin. He just has to say the words and I drop to my knees for him. I’m so screwed, and he knows it. But it’s something else as well; he likes the power he has over me right now. He’s getting off on it.

His hand comes to the back of my neck and slowly he guides me back over his length. “Good girl, take all of me,” he coaches me, his voice smooth and controlled.

I swallow him as far as I can before gagging, and he pulls back just enough before I do. He watches me with fascination as he leads me back and forth, setting the pace. He’s not gentle with me, but he doesn’t hurt me either. It’s a fine line, and he knows how to walk it.

“Tilt your head back.”

I do as he says, and he pushes in further again.

“That’s perfect, baby. Your mouth is fucking perfect. Looks so good wrapped around my cock. Who would have thought you could be such a bad girl?” The words roll off his tongue like he has thought them before. He likes the idea that I could be bad just for him. He works my mouth with more force, and I know he’s close. I let him go for it, enjoying the moans of pleasure leaving his lips.

“I’m going to come in your mouth. I want you to swallow it all down.” He thrusts forward again and again until he’s squirting thick spurts of come down my throat. I do my best to swallow it all. When he’s done, he pulls back from me, smirking down at me with a wicked sense of satisfaction. “Good job, sugarplum.” He wipes the corner of my mouth, then sticks his finger in my mouth for me to suck on it. “That’s it. Get every drop.” Man,he has a dirty mouth, and his dirty words do things to me they shouldn’t.

He holds out a hand, helping me to my feet, staring at me like he’s in love with me. I stare back, feeling a little off balance myself. That was a lot. He’s a lot. But instead of running the hell away from him like I know I should, I stay, waiting to see what he has in store for me next.

He pulls me toward him and kisses me, his tongue diving deep into my mouth. I thought the blow job might have sated him, but it’s like it tipped him over the edge. He kisses down my neck, grabbing my breast roughly through my dress. “Fuck, I’m never going to get you out of this thing,” he grumbles.

“It’s a corset, I had to be laced in,” I murmur through shallow breaths.

“Plan B.” He spins me so I’m facing the gazebo barrier. His lips are back on my neck, kissing me in bruising kisses as his hands shove under the layers of my dress, scrunching it at the back so he has access to the part of me he wants. He’s so desperate. His hands skate over my bare ass. “No panties. Fuck, Bella, you’re a goddess,” he praises me, sinking a finger straight into my pussy.

I cry out, holding on to the frame for support. I was so wound up with anticipation, one finger is enough to make me feel owned by him. Why I want to be, I have no idea, but I do.

He adds a second finger, twisting it in a way I’ve never felt before, and it’s like he’s pushing all the right buttons inside of me. “Oh, my God,” I call out, unable to help it. It just feels so unbelievable.

I hear him chuckle behind me. He knows how good he is, his magic fingers playing me like a fiddle. “How many of my fingers do you think you can take, my naughty girl? Three?” he asks.

“Yes,” I whisper, giving him the go-ahead.

He pushes in a third, and I feel full. So deliciously full. He twists them again, stretching me. His lips come to my earlobe,and he sucks as his fingers fuck me. “What about four?” he whispers into my ear.

Goosebumps wash over me, and my tummy clenches. I’m so turned on I would let him do whatever he wanted to right now. I have no idea if they will fit, but without thinking about it too much, I reply, “Yes.”

“Yes, who?’

“Yes, Mr. Rivera,” I respond without even thinking. I can practically feel his smirk of satisfaction from behind me. This is a total power trip for him. He loves the control, and I want him to have it. For once in my life, I can let go. I don’t have to think, I can just feel. And it’s heavenly.

He swirls my juices around my pussy, sliding over my clit and through my folds, toying with me. “Of course you can. You're so fucking bad for me, aren’t you, babydoll?”

“Yes,” I cry as he sinks his four fingers into me. I grip hold of the barrier, needing something to keep me upright.

He pulses them quickly, driving me wild. I see stars. All I can do is focus on what he’s doing to me and hang on tight. My insides clench down, and I feel the tell of my orgasm building.

“Come for me, my naughty girl. Come all over my fingers.” He bites down on my earlobe hard. Pain surges through my body and, mixed with the pleasure, sends the craziest sensation rippling over my lady parts. They pulse and throb and quiver as the most mammoth orgasm tears through me. I cry out, unable to help the noise that escapes me.

He covers my mouth with his, drowning out my whimpered moans. We stay like this until my heart calms down, him kissing me passionately, slowly stroking my soaked pussy as it pulses. After some time, he pulls back from me. I turn around to face him. He places his fingers in his mouth and sucks. Licking every part of my release from his fingers, he looks like he is in heaven. It’s the wildest thing I have ever seen.

“Your fingers are magic,” I whisper, not about to say anything more.

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