Page 107 of Kismet

My skin is on fire, everywhere he touches feeling electrified. His palm comes to my chest, shoving me until I’m lying back on top of his desk, exposed. I’m wearing nothing more than an unbuttoned shirt and my socks.

Stone runs his finger from my throat, all the way to my dick, before wrapping his hand around it and stroking. “You know,” he starts, continuing to stroke me, “I could do what you did to me. Bring you to the brink of release, then back away.”

Nothing but a choked whine comes out of me as I watch his hand slide up and down expertly.

His dark, hungry gaze connects with mine. “But I won’t. Mostly because I’m so damn wound up, I couldn’t wait even if I wanted to. I need younow. What do you say, baby? Wanna be fucked like the dirty slut you are on top of the dean’s desk?”

“Fuck yes,” I breathe, thrusting my hips into his hand.

“That’s what I thought,” he remarks, getting down on his knees before me. He shoves my legs until they’re bent, and my feet are planted on the desk beside my ass. Thank God you can’t see inside his windows from the outside. “I need you to be quiet for me, Bambi. Can you do that, or should I gag you with my tie?”

“I’ll be quiet.” A shot of adrenaline and arousal surges through my body seconds before he buries his face in my ass, tongue lashing out against my hole. My head drops back, hitting the desk, as I chomp down on my lip to keep from making any noise.

He attacks my ass mercilessly—flicking his tongue around, spearing me with it, before licking a hot, wet trail up to my balls, where he sucks them into his mouth. I can’t help the gasp that comes out of me or the way my legs tremble when he spits on my hole, then breaches the muscle with the tip of his finger. Feather-soft kisses are placed on my thighs as he works his finger in deeper.

After a few moments, he withdraws stands. I pull myself up onto my elbows, watching as he opens the drawer on the right side of his desk. He pulls out a condom and a packet of lube, and my body vibrates with unbridled need.

“You keep condoms and lube in your desk, Dean Philips?” My brow raises as I bite my lips, watching him rip open the lube.

A crooked grin pulls on his face as he slathers two of his fingers, then brings them to my hole. “Wanted to be prepared. I’ve wanted to bend you over my desk since the beginning of the school year.”

Anything I was going to say in response gets caught in my throat as he shoves two slick fingers into me, using his other hand to stroke me. My cock leaks when he crooks his fingers and grazes my prostate, lighting my entire body up. I moan, and he narrows his eyes at me.

“I saidquiet. Don’t make me muzzle you, baby.”

“Let me milk your prostate and,ahhh, see how quiet you are,sir.” I’m trying so hard to sit still, but it’s damn near impossible.

He works a third thick finger into the mix. A sheen of sweat lines his forehead and his cock, which is still out, is leaking and so fucking hard. He’s quickly losing any semblance of control he possessed.

After a few minutes of stretching me and working me open, he pulls out, slapping the side of my knee. “Up. And turn around, hands on the desk.”

I fucking love when he gets bossy and growly.

Doing as I’m told, my open palms lay flat on his desk as I arch my back, pushing my ass into him.

“As much as I’d love to fuck you raw again and fill your ass with my cum, I’ll be nice and use a rubber so you don’t have a mess leaking from you all day.” I hear him rip the condom wrapper open and when I look over my shoulder, I watch him slide it on and lather himself up with lube. When he’s done, he loosens his tie, pulling it over his head.

My brows pinch with confusion for half a second, before he brings it over my head, placing the back of the tie in my mouth. The knotted part is behind my head as I bite down on the material. It’s not large enough to muffle any noise, so I’m not sure where he’s going with this, but I roll with it anyway.

Lining himself up, he bends down and kisses the back of my neck twice before shoving inside. My eyes widen, and I inhale sharply at the intrusion. The burn is prominent, but I know the reward will be worth it. He takes his time inching his way in, and when he reaches around and fists my length, my eyes close and I moan softly.

Once he’sfinallyfully seated in my ass, he pauses and leans over to flick his tongue over my ear. “What a good boy you are, Bambi. Taking all of my cock like such a dirty little slut.”

I can do nothing but whine as I push my ass back into him, silently begging him to fuck me. With both hands, he holds on to my hips as he pulls almost all the way out before thrusting back in until his pelvis slaps against my ass.

One hand remains on my hip in a bruising grip, while the other comes up to the knotted part of the tie. My head yanks back as he tugs on the tie, seeming to use it as leverage to fuck me harder. In the back of my mind… way, way in the back… I’m aware that it’s probably going to leave marks on my face. Do I care?Fuck no.Not when he’s fucking me this good. The sound of our bodies coming together is anything but quiet. Thankfully, the woman in the office right next to him is on vacation, and there’s no one directly in front of his office.

“You like this?” he asks, breathless and hoarse. “Like me using your hole for my pleasure?”

“Ungh, yes!” My words come out slightly muffled from the tie, but I’m sure he got what I was saying. My cock is throbbing, and I have the overwhelming need to stroke it, but I don’t dare move my hands from this desk.

His thrusts become rougher, quicker, and I know he must be getting close. Without warning, he pulls out and spins me around, so my ass is sitting on the desk. With a rough shove to my chest, I’m flat on my back again and he’s sliding effortlessly into my used hole on a deep groan. The tie has fallen out of my mouth and it’s around my neck now.

He grabs hold of it and wraps it around his hand. His teeth are bared, and there’s a wild, animalistic look in his eyes. Nothing about this is quiet. Not the way he’s plunging into me. Not the noises coming from him. I drop my head onto the desk, fingers thrusting into my hair. I can feel what he’s doing to my body everywhere. I’m high off the way he makes me feel. The way he knows every inch of me, and can make it sing like no one else can. The pleasure is too great. My eyes can barely stay open, but I force them to because the sight of Stone pillaging me like a wild animal is too fucking sexy to miss.

“Ready for me to come in this hot, tight ass of yours, baby?” He growls the question, and it breathes goosebumps over my flesh as a chill racks through me. I nod my head the best I can, and my eyes roll back as he brings himself close to the edge. Twisting his hand around the tie and yanking on it, he pulls me to a sitting position as he continues to pound into me.

His sharp teeth find my shoulder as he bites down, muffling his groan and spilling into the condom. As soon as he finishes, he pulls out, and I already miss the fullness of him. But then he’s dropping to his knees and immediately swallowing me. My head throws back as his hot, wet mouth works me in long, languid strokes.

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