Page 16 of Make Me Stay

He dragged his nose along my neck. My hair was tied up in a messy bun against the heat and humidity. Then his teeth nipped at the skin behind my ear, and he drove a second finger into me with a groan right in my ear. “Tight for me. So fucking tight. I need to get you ready for me.”

As if I wasn’t?

I went on my toes, pushing back on him.

“Fuck. You like that?”

His fingers were thick, but not what I wanted. “I want more.”

“How much more?”

“Inside me, Kai.”

He curled his fingers inside of me and the room went hazy. “I am inside you.”

“Not your fingers. I want you.”

“Want me what?”

I stomped my foot, the heel making a bang off the cement floor. “You know damn well what I want.”

“Say it, Lex.”

“Your cock. I want it. Inside me, now.”

He drilled into me so hard I went up on my toes. I was closer, but it wasn’t enough. Then his fingers were gone, and he pressed his forehead into the space between my shoulder blades. His wallet thumped onto my desk and the crinkle of a condom made my breath back up in my lungs.

I pushed my ass into him, restlessly.

“Fuck, Lexi. Just a minute.”

I didn’t want to wait a minute. I didn’t want to wait even a second. He dragged the tip of his cock through wetness with a hiss.

For a second, I wished there was no condom. That hard silk would feel so much better.

But then he slowly slipped inside of me until there was no more thought.

There was only unbelievable stretching. My fingers crinkled the papers on my desk as I groaned out the pure perfection of how he filled me up. His hands moved to my hips, and I shouted out his name as he pounded into me. The desk thundered along the floor, and I braced myself and just held on.

With one hand, he reached around me and dragged down the front of my dress, my breast spilling into his hand. He tugged at my nipple and the pressure built.

I wanted to reach around and hold onto him, but I needed both hands against my desk as he powered into me again and again. My thighs quaked and I cried out.

Then his other hand slid around, and he rubbed at my clit. The combination nearly buckled my knees as the room went dark and the pleasure cascaded through me. His name was a prayer and an oath as I came so hard I saw the stars from last night behind my eyelids.

He was my own meteor shower.

Then he gripped my hips, lifting one of my knees onto my desk to get closer inside of me.

He was ripping me apart in the very best way.

His guttural groan of my name tipped me into a second orgasm. This was exactly what I wanted.

What I’d needed.

When I came back into myself, I noticed the destruction of my desk. We’d pushed the phone off and my blotter had tipped off the desk.

He turned me around and lifted me onto the desk, his mouth wild on mine as he moved between my thighs. He tucked his hand under my dress to where I was splayed and rubbed his knuckle over my clit. “One more. I need one more.”

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