Page 20 of Forbidden Dunk

“In your dads office?”

“Yup.” With that, I shoved him against the door and kissed him deeply. Slow was great, and there was still room to learn and grow, but hell if I didn’t want this man.

And again, tainting another area, having another way I could stick it to that man, wonderful.

He groaned, his hands digging into my hips as I flicked my tongue against his, my body molding with his. Shit, just a kiss and my poor mind was already losing all functioning capabilities.

He flipped us around, breaking the kiss to stare into my eyes. My chest heaved, not just from the pleasure running through my veins, but from all the emotions I saw swirling in his eyes, emotions that hadn’t been whispered, or named yet. Emotions I was starting to wonder if I was feeling back. Emotions that I was worried about might be a little too fast.

His hands captured my wrists and pushed them above my head as his nose ran along my neck and stopped by my ear.

“Who do you belong to, Marketa?”

I glanced up at the hand that was holding my wrists, knowing that it should have given me pause, just like the look in his eyes, but it didn’t. And because I loved to have the sass, I only grinned.

“I belong to no one, Shawn.” That went for my father as well.

“Wrong. You belong to me. You’re mine. Always,” he growled before his lips crushed mine again, forcing my body to be flushed with the door and feeling him press against me.

He lifted me up and walked over to the desk, plopping me right down on my dad’s papers, and I couldn’t help but smirk.

“I can’t wait to taste you.”

With that, he quickly removed my shorts and panties, groaning at the wetness that was already gathering there.

Okay, being claimed and growled out did numbers to my body.

However, he didn’t give me time to think as he pushed my legs wider, his tongue quickly sliding over my pussy before flicking against my clit.

“Oh shit,” I whimpered, glancing down at the head between my thighs. Fuck, what a glorious sight.

I dug my fingers into his hair, pushing him further against me, as if I even needed to. His hands wrapped around my legs, holding me abnormally wide as his tongue flicked faster against my pleasure point before stopping and diving into my center, making me dizzy with desire.

“Shawn,” I whimpered, locking eyes with him as his tongue roamed all over me while his thumb pushed against my clit.

He moaned and I felt that roll through me, taking me over the edge in a blinding orgasm, one I hadn’t felt before.

“Damn Shorty, talk about a feast, I could eat your sweet cunt and never tire of it.”

I shivered, wanting to lower my jelly filled legs, but instead, he pulled me up, grabbed my top, tossing that and my bra over his shoulder before twisting me around, pushing me forward on my dad’s desk.

“What?” I muttered, a little too dazed with pleasure to process anything.

“I’m going to fuck you like you asked me.”

I glanced over my shoulder as he lost his own clothing. My mouth watered as his hand fisted his cock and he pumped once, then once more.

“Like that, Shorty?”

“Get the fuck inside me, Superstar.”

“Don’t boss me around,” he ordered, slapping my ass.

I moaned, moving up to my tiptoes at the exquisite pleasure that was. That was a first for me.

“Someone liked that,” he whispered, doing it again. His hand rubbed the spot before he reached below me, his fingers running over my dripping pussy. “See how wet you are?” he asked, holding his soaked fingers in front of me. I looked at them before sucking them clean. “Holy shit,” he cried, losing his patience just as fast as I had and slammed into me.

I held onto the edge of the desk, crying out at the intrusion, but not wanting it to end or push it away.

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