Page 54 of Devious Secrets

Dropping my elbows to the desk, I lower my back to the desk while one hand grips my hips, pulling me toward him as he plows into me.

“Such a good girl now. Play with yourself for me. Play with that little clit of yours.” His fingertips dig into my thigh as he gives his order. “I want to see you play.”

Hunger like I’ve never felt before creeps up into my soul. I want his approval here. No, I need it.

I need him to call me his good girl again.

Slowly, I reach between our bodies. His eyes never leave my movements as the tips of my fingers brush across my sensitive, swollen clit.

“Fuck,” I whisper as the sensations build.

He scrapes his teeth over his bottom lip while watching me play with my clit for him. At his command. His jawline tenses and he thrusts even harder.

Reaching even farther down, my fingers graze his shaft as he plows in and out of my pussy. He groans as I split my fingers around his cock, rubbing it as he continues to fuck me.

“Your clit,” he growls, twisting his hips and hitting a spot inside me that erupts into a shower of pleasure.

I slide a second hand between our bodies and begin to roll my clit beneath the tip of my middle finger. I’m no stranger to this and I know exactly where the pressure point is. It’s no time before I’m teetering at the edge.

“Fuck,” he grunts as my eyes roll back and the sensations pull me to the very brink.

How can a man who makes me see red just by being in the room give such pleasure? It’s as though his touch can wash away all the irritation, all the arrogance, all the fucked-up messes of everything around me.

I pull my free leg back, resting the heel on the edge of the desk, and arch upward to him. I’m so fucking close. Every muscle tightens, and the coil is ready to spring.

“Oh!” The pleasure crests. I’m about to free-fall over the edge into oblivion. One more?—

“No, no.” Alexander grabs my wrist, pulling my touch away from my body just as the first wave of my orgasm was about to sweep me away.

“No!” I tug on my hand, but he has that cocky grin on his face again.

When I move my other hand, he releases my leg and grabs hold of my wrist as well. Easily, he captures both wrists in one hand as he pulls free of my body and fists his own cock.

He strokes himself, rubbing the tip of his dick over my pussy lips as he finds his own release, leaving me dangling over the edge.

“Alexander!” I moan. It’s not fair.

Hot ropes of cum land on my pussy and just above, some getting on my stomach. His eyes close and he draws in a deep breath, letting my wrists go.

When he opens them, the warm pool of arousal is gone, and the stone is back.

“Naughty girls don’t get to come, Megan.” He steps back from the desk and tugs his clothes back on, tucking his cock, still slick with my arousal, into his boxers.

I swallow around the rage building in my throat and scramble from the desk. How do I keep letting him put me in these situations? He just used me! He fucking used me like some cheap whore and now he’s grinning at me while I stuff myself back into my clothes.

“You… I hate you.” I glare at him once I’m dressed.

He nods. “You hate how turned on you are right now.”

“No, Alexander. I hate you.” I throw my shoe at him, which he easily catches and brings to me.

“You dropped this,” he says with that arrogant grin of his that makes my blood boil.

I sigh. There’s no winning here.

“I’m tired. I just want to go to bed.” I snag the shoe from him and carry both of them to the door.

“It is late,” he agrees, joining me at the door and opening it.

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