Page 45 of Descent

My cheeks slap against his lap, my toes curling, my ass and legs flexing in utter ecstasy. All I can do is lace my fingers behind his neck and hold on for dear life.

Ero barrels into me over and over, hammering my mind into jelly, my core aching with hunger every time he slides out, singing with absolute rapture each time he slams himself home with a satisfying clap of our skin. My silken disaster makes each concussive thrust so smooth and makes the sound of our impact even more lust inducing.

I’m screaming, I’m laughing, I’m fucking losing my mind.

The first climax barely has time to register before it starts.

Shudders wrack my body, pinned in his uncompromising hold.

I’ve never given anyone this type of control before. I shouldn’t love it so fucking much.

I want to tell him that. Tell him that I’m about to explode?—

But any coherent thought is all but impossible in the middle of our hurricane of arousal and passionate abandon. Waves pulse out through me, making me go limp for a split second, alerting him to the fact that he’s the only thing keeping me from collapsing onto the floor.

With a smug look on his face, he spins, laying me across the desk, my back arching over, my head and arms dangling in an oh-so-satisfying stretch. I’m practically hanging upside down over the other side and I couldn’t care any less.

Especially when he drags two fingers across my entrance, humming as he tastes my pearlescent bliss. I almost wish I couldsee him right now, but the sound of his hum and the wet pop of his lips over his fingers is enough to get me writhing for more.

“Now you’re ready,” he croons.

“Ready…” I gasp. Am I?!

“Circe…” A whisper, filled with pure male confidence.

I flex my ass, enticing him to give me more. This man does not know how to disappoint.

Taking it slower, he pumps into me, lifting my legs, feet pointing to the ceiling, closing my thighs so that his stomach bumps my hamstrings with every thrust. I feel his focus, his intense control. He’s feeling every millimeter of this, of me, and so am I. Each sensation he gives me feels new, unique. World shattering.

We hang in that reverie for a short while, like a breath between rounds of a fight.

But the animal in him can’t hold back before long. He speeds up, bit by bit. Harder, deeper.

I feel my muscles squeeze around him as he enters me again and again, pummeling my center with merciless strokes of his spectacular pillar. And I egg him on, sitting up to grab my ass, bracing and spreading myself for him to go as deep as he can.

The pace and the ferocity amp up, growing and building like a fucking furnace.

Holy shit I am gonna die.

“Ero, you’re gonna—” I wail.

“Yeah?” he growls through a growing cry.

“Oh yeah!” My knees bend, my calves dropping over his shoulders, my back lifting off the desk. At this angle, the entire top of his shaft curls against my sweetest spot, maintaining constant pressure. All while his width spreads me to my limit, making my legs quake with anticipation and a sheer lack of control. I’m coming undone.

He leans back slightly, tipping my ass higher, crashing against me and driving his head right where I want him over and over again.

“Oh my goddess!” I shriek, every muscle screaming and tightening, my feet spearing into points behind him. “You fucking bastard!”

I barely even know what I’m saying as the second cascade washes over me. Pulses of a fucking supernova burst in my brain, blasting away the burning exhaustion of our efforts.

There’s only bliss. And it’s raging like a comet through my skies. Seconds drag on and it doesn’t stop.

I never want it to.

“Circe!” Ero calls to me from far away, I can barely hear him over the rush of my climax, the sound of someone singing out a long, lustful song. I think it’s me.

And I realize my lover is close too.

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