Page 73 of Strictly Business

“You’re going to get us caught,” I hiss, my body betraying me as I arch into his touch. His other hand slides around my waist, trailing up my shirt.

“Maybe that’s what you want,” he murmurs, his voice dropping an octave. “Or are you just mad she thought she had a chance?”

My gasp turns into a louder moan as his teeth graze the curve of my collarbone. His hands grow bold, unapologetic, as he cups my breast, pulling down my bra to rub his thumb against my hard nipple.

“You’re not being very quiet,” he teases, a wicked glint in his eyes, knowing exactly how much I’m struggling to stay composed.

“Then stop making it so hard,” I gasp when his fingers pump deeper inside me.

His laugh is dark, vibrating through my chest as he leans in, his lips brushing my ear. “Careful, honey. I don’t think you want me to take that as a challenge.”

“Yeah?” I ask, grinding against his cock, teasing him, wanting him to go further.

He groans, pulling his fingers out of me. I almost whine, desperate for him to return them. “Lift your ass up for me, baby,” he orders, hands tightening around my hips. “I need to get my cock out or I’m going to lose my goddamn mind.”

I lift off him, and I hear his belt buckle unfasten. A few seconds later, his hands are back on my hips, pulling me down onto him until I feel all of him. “Your pussy’s so slippery already,” he grunts, thrusting between my thighs. “It’d be so easy for me to slide my cock inside you.”

A low whimper escapes me as I tip my head back, pleasure building inside me. “Please,” I beg, needing him inside me again.

His large hands grip my hips, hard enough to leave bruises, as he bucks his hips, sliding his cock against me. “Slide your panties down for me, honey. Let me feel your soaked pussy rubbing against my cock first.”

Squirming on his lap, I tug my panties down my legs, along with my ripped tights until I’m completely bare from the waist down.

Nicholas groans, his hands gripping me tighter as he pulls me back down onto his lap. His cock slides between my pussy, brushing my clit with delicious pressure that makes me gasp, my fingers curling around the armrest beside me. “You feel so good, honey, and I’m not even inside you yet,” he grunts, every thrust sending a shiver through me. His cock, slick with my arousal, slides against me in slow, teasing motions. “I wish I was on my knees, burying my face in that sweet cunt of yours.”

My eyes flutter closed at his filthy words, the tension between us electric as his cock glides against me. “I’m so close,” I moan, biting my lip as I realize Savannah can probably hear everything.

A breath catches in my throat as he suddenly lifts me, and with one hard thrust, his cock slides deep inside me, filling me completely. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groans, his handsgripping my hips as he holds me still, his cock pulsing inside me. “I couldn’t let you come without feeling you soak me.”

The ache inside me intensifies, pleasure building until it’s almost unbearable. His hand finds my clit, rubbing slow, gentle circles while his other hand keeps me steady as he lifts and slam me back down onto him.

Normally, I’d be worried about the pressure of my weight on him, about being too heavy or whether I’m moving too fast. But right now, none of that matters. All I care about is the overwhelming pleasure taking over my body.

His cock hits a spot so deep inside me that I gasp, my head falling back. “Oh god,” I moan, gripping the armrest tighter.

“Nicholas, baby,” he corrects, thrusting into me. “Say my name, Amara.”

“Nicholas,” I moan when he thrusts into me harder, the sound of his name filling the room as the pressure in my clit builds.

“That’s it,” he groans, his hands tightening around my hips as he slams into me, each thrust more frantic than the last. “Scream my fucking name, Amara. Let her know who I belong to.”

My body jerks as the pressure inside me snaps. The intense wave of pleasure floods me, and for a moment, the world goes hazy. I can’t breathe, every muscle seizing as I fall apart.

“Oh, fuck,” Nicholas grunts, his thrusts growing frantic, desperate, each one harder and faster as he tunnels his cock into me. “You’re gripping me inside of you so fucking tight. I’m gonna—” Nicholas lets out a low, guttural groan as he finally comes, his body shuddering beneath me, as he fills me with his cum.

The sound of his release sends a wave of heat through my own body as he keeps languidly thrusting inside of me.

I melt against him, my body softening as his lips brush against the skin of my back in a trail of heat that makes my heart race. We stay like that for a few moments, until Nicholas grips my waist and gently lifts me off him.

I feel his cum drip out of me the instant I move, and Nicholas groans behind me at the sight. I bite my lip, glancing over my shoulder, my clit throbbing at the sight of his cock resting against his stomach, wet and covered in both of our releases.

His large hands grip my ass, spreading my cheeks as he watches his cum drip from me. His eyes darken with desire as he swipes two fingers, collecting what spilled before pushing them back inside me.

“Don’t clean it up,” he murmurs, his fingers moving slowly inside me. “I want my cum dripping out of you when we walk out of here.”

Our eyes meet as he removes his fingers, lifting me to my feet and spinning me around to face him. The same two fingers that were inside me press softly against my lips, brushing them open before sliding into my mouth without warning. I gasp, my cheeks flushing at how dirty this feels. I can’t stop myself from running my tongue over his fingers, tasting both of us together, the sound of his groan making me pulse with need.

He pulls his fingers from my mouth and tilts my chin up with the same hand. “Remember, next time you get jealous,” he adds, his voice rough and possessive, “only my fiancée gets to know what I taste like.”

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