Page 30 of Single Mom's Undoing
My pussy clenches, regret quick to tangle my stomach up in knots for trying to stop this. “Oh, fucking hell,” I groan and pull him into another kiss.
Things unravel fast between us.
Hands roaming. Lips parting. Tongues licking and tasting, fingers digging in. We devour one another as Jace clears the desk behind me with one sweep of his hand.
“Hold still,” he commands as the last of my stationery clatters across the floor. He pulls my panties down and beckons me to sit on the edge. “I’ve wanted to do this for a long time.”
He smiles his debonair smile as he plants another kiss on my lips, then loses his jacket and shirt before peeling my blouse off. My breasts struggle against the pink lace bra I’m wearing, and he takes a moment to admire them, licking his lips as he unhooks the front clasp and releases them.
“All of this,” he says and lowers his head.
He grabs a handful of my breast and locks his lips around the nipple, sucking hard and hungrily, while his fingers slip between my legs. I’m so slick and hot, it rips a groan from his throat as he finds my clit swollen already, my pussy aching for release.
“Dammit, Clara,” he mutters and drops to his knees. Our eyes meet, and the pleading look he gives me causes my legs to part wide and willingly for him.
“Just…take me. Finish this,” I whisper.
As Jace dives between my legs, we keep our gazes locked.
I watch him go down on me, his tongue lapping at my glazed folds, licking and tasting, setting my very core on fire before he penetrates me with two fingers and suckles on my clit for the finishing touch.
“Oh, fuck,” I cry out, grabbing his black, wavy hair, holding on for dear life.
The sound of his delighted moans as he devours me sends me over the edge, and I come hard, trembling like a leaf in the wind. Jace drinks me whole, licking and finger-fucking me until he squeezes every drop.
“You’re right,” I say, my voice ragged and weak. “I can’t fight this anymore.”
“Then don’t,” he replies as he stands, his lips glistening with my juices.
I kiss him. Hard. Greedily. Desperately.
He enters me with his thick cock, hard as a goddamn rock. I’m stretched and practically humming with pure pleasure as I lock my legs around his waist.
Every thrust has us bonding tighter, deeper.
“Give me everything,” I command him.
Jace shoves a hand in my hair and yanks my head back. His tongue trails down my neck, and he playfully bites into my shoulder as he fucks me. Harder, faster, deeper still. I cry out, clenched tightly around his marvelous cock, feeling every inch and every throbbing vein as pure pleasure overtakes me.
We hold tight to each other. My breasts bounce under his dark blue eyes. He grabs one, squeezing tighter and tighter until it stings, until I can’t take it anymore.
“That’s it, Clara, that’s what I want,” he growls. “All of it.”
“Oh, God,” I moan as he pounds into me, feeling myself getting closer to the edge, my body eager to go over it.
He unleashes his inner beast and fucks me hard until finally, I explode.
Jace stills, buried deep inside of me, and I feel the heat of him, his essence filling me, his soul tangled with mine.
I stay seated on the edge of my desk, Jace still inside me, pulsating in the afterglow with our arms wrapped around one another. Our clothes are strewn about the office. My hair is now an unkempt mess flowing over his shoulder.
“Isn’t this better?” he asks, resting his head against mine. “When we don’t fight it?”
“It shouldn’t have happened.”
“But it did. And it will keep happening. Please just accept that this is where you’re supposed to be, Clara.”
He kisses my cheek. I welcome the softness of his lips.
