Page 133 of Can't Get Enough

She’s so slick. So wet and responsive—eyes clenched shut, hips undulating, ragged breaths against my neck.

“I want to be inside you, Hen. Please.” I hear the begging in my voice, but can’t even care. If she breathes on me hard I might come.

Her hand shakes as she manages to slide the panties down her legs. She fumbles with the button on my jeans, and nothing has ever taken as long as it takes her to get my zipper down and my dick in her hand. She rubs the tip, gathering the pre-cum and slicking me with her fist.

“Look at you all wet for me,” she rasps and licks her lips.

My heart is racing and it feels like I can barely breathe waiting for her to position me at the entrance to this temple, to her body. I thrust up, and it’s hard and aggressive.

“Fuuuuuuck,” I moan, pressing her legs wider so I can get in there.

Sheooomphs into my neck, and I pause.

“Too much?” I grasp her nape gently, burying my hand in a waterfall of braids. “Did I hurt you?”

“No.” She shakes her head against my neck. “Give it to me hard.”

“You sure?” I ask, pressing her ass, urging her lower.

“Yes,” she pants, leaning back and bracing one hand on my chest. “Try to keep up, Bell.”

She laughs down at me and tightens her knees at my hips. Rocking, riding my dick with such vigor my jaw nearly unhinges. The pleasure ambushes me, and my head tips back, emptied of every lucid thought that isn’t of her.

“Hen, shit.” I squeeze my eyes closed, struggling to stave off an avalanche. “Want you to come first.”

She reaches between her legs, locks her eyes with mine and pulls her dress back. The sight of me inside her, of her stretched around me and of her caressing herself, is the final straw. The last of my control loosens like a spool of thread. Never breaking the bond of our bodies, I lift her onto the desk and stand.

“Hell, yes,” she groans and wraps her legs around my hips, drawing me in even closer.

I grip under her thighs and dive in deep and hard and fast and desperate. It’s an unforgiving pace that moves the desk a few inches, the legs scaping across the floor, but I don’t stop. Can’t. It’s too good. It’d be like calling an astronaut back from the moon. I’m in another galaxy, lost in her stars. Completely removed from earth and so far beyond anything I’ve ever felt with anyone else.

“That’s my spot.” She leans back, bracing her hands on the desk. “Right there. Don’t stop.”

I drillin and out, in and outuntil she bites her bottom lip to stifle the scream vibrating between her teeth. I growl like a fucking animal, sweat rolling down my temples and forehead. My shirt clings wetly to my arms and chest. My balls draw almost painfully tight and it feels like every muscle in my body goes from stasis to spasm in an instant.

“Shit, shit, shit,” I chant into the scented, satiny curve of her neck. “I’m coming.”

She grabs my ass and pulls me deeper. “Gimme that.”

I know it’s only seconds, but it feels like I pour myself into her, literally body and soul, for an eternity. And she takes it, squeezing my ass, running her hands across the bare skin of my back beneath my T-shirt. She pushes it up and feathers kisses on my chest, sucking my nipples and running her hands over my abs. She stares into my eyes, her hands gripping my waist.

“You know you’re mine, right?” she asks in a sex-scraped rasp.

I nod because who the hell else would I want to belong to?

“And you?” I cup her cheek, grip her chin, trap her gaze. “Can you say the same?”

She drops her hand between us, touching the place where we’re still joined, a physical vow of flesh. When she looks up, her eyes are sober, mouth a soft, swollen curve.

“It scares me to death,” she says. “But yeah, I’m yours.”

“Why does being mine scare you?” I trace the slope of her cheekbone. “I won’t hurt you.”

She nods, but scoots back a little until there is space between us. I immediately want to be inside her again, to be that intimately inseparable.

“I can’t believe I did that.” She laughs, shaking her head. “I’ve never had sex here.”

“You haven’t?”

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