Page 5 of Bangin': Knuckles Sexy Bites
I need to get the hell out of here. Like, leave. Leave the room. Leave the building. It’s not like me to leave the staff on a Friday, but I can’t be here. I can’t go back out there and watch some other woman take what should be mine. Let alone watch him leave with her after not responding tome.
Talk about horrendous. I bet if I looked the word up in the dictionary, my name and picture would be next to it along with the wordmoron.
I unclick the lock just as heat presses against my back, making me jump in the spot not going anywhere. Every inch of Sanders’ hard body is touching mine, even his hard cock that is nestled against my lower back.Shit.
He sweeps the hair away from my neck, and all I can think is:What the hell is he doing?His lips touch the skin of my collarbone, my knees weaken, and now all I can think is:Holyshit!
I clutch the door handle tighter; it being my only lifeline in this moment as his lips trail up my collarbone to the side of my neck to the skin behind my ear. My body shivers. Is this reallyhappening?
“You’re not going anywhere,” he whispers softly, causing the hairs on my arms to rise to attention. “I believe you just gave me one hell of an invitation.” He darts his tongue out, licking my bottom earlobe before he pulls it into his mouth in one swift move. It’s like a shot of heroin to mycore.
I want this more than anything. Ineedthis more than anything. But why didn’t he kiss me back? Why did he let me feel even the slightest bit of rejection?Jess, get your damn feelings out of this rightnow.
My forehead crashes to the door. “Thought you didn’t want it.” Now, why did I whisper that? I just told myself to leave my damn feelings out of this. One night. One chance, but who the hell was I kidding. Emotions are hard to leave out of something you’ve craved for so long, you’re almost desperatefor.
“Oh, I fucking want it.” He presses his cock harder against me, wrapping his arms around my body and holding me to him, surrounding me in hiswarmth.
God, how many times have I dreamed of this moment? Wished?Hoped?
“And I’m taking it.” He turns me abruptly in his arms, pulling me against him as he crashes his lips on mine in an explosion of heat andpower.
I wrap my arms around his neck, more to keep myself grounded as I give as good as I get. Every ounce of twenty-six years of frustration comes out in the kiss. The heat of it is so damn hot, I’m positive we’re going to set the room ablaze. And I don’t give a shit right now. The whole bar could go up, and I wouldn’t want to move from thisspot.
Not only that, he’s fully kissing me back with the same fervor. Yes, he does wantthis.
Cascading his strong hands down to my ass, he squeezes hard. It’s painful, but in a way that only fires up my arousal. He devours my mouth with his tongue, and I fight for some type of control, but Sanders refuses to let me have it. I must say, I loveit.
With each of my lovers, I had to do everything. I made each move and hated every second of it. Sanders is not thatman.
He cups my ass with both of his hands, lifting me, and I have no choice but to wrap my legs around his body, locking my ankles. Our mouths attack one another’s in a devotion that I’ve only seen in movies and read about in books. Passion, lust—all of it combustingtogether.
I can’t breathe, but I don’t care. Who needs air when I’m kissing Sanders, or I should say, he’s kissingme?
I feel us moving, but I pay no attention to where, letting him have full control. After a loud crash that, again, I pay no attention to, I’m on my back, lying across the hard desk, with Sanders’ weight on top of me, pressing the wood into myback.
His dick presses against my core as he moves slightly, and I moan into his mouth at the sensation. He doesn’t try to pull away, and I’m thankful for it. Instead, he roams his hands along my body, setting my skin on fire with the hottest flame. Each swipe of his hands turns me on like noother.
His hips move, needing just a little more friction, as I claw at his shirt, wanting it away from his body. He grants me my wish, reaching between his shoulder blades and tearing it fromhim.
Holy mother of God. His body is absolute perfection. I itch to explore every inch of it, but Sanders brings his body down on mine, and he attacks me with his lips as he reaches under my shirt and up to my bra where he squeezes my breast. I break the kiss to arch my back into histouch.
“Off,” he orders, sending a thrill through mycore.
I lift my arms as he tugs the shirt off with ease. I’m patting myself on the back for wearing a front clasp bra when he flicks it open like he’s done it a million times, but push that thought far from mymind.
The cool air of the office cascades over my sensitive nipples, causing the already pert tips to harden more. Sanders devours my breasts. There is no other word for it. Pinch, nip, roll, suck repeatedly, he works me into afrenzy.
I pant, unable to fully inhale any oxygen into my lungs. I tightly grip the sides of the desk, trying to keep some type of ground, but it doesn’thelp.
One deep suck of my nipple sends magnetic pulses straight to my clit, and Iscream.
Holy shit, did I really just come from only getting my tits sucked? That’s never happenedbefore.
“You have the most edible tits I’ve ever laid eyes on. I could feast on them fordays.”
I groan. I won’t last days. There is no way inhell.
“As much as I want to, and as much as I want to taste you for hours, I want inside that hot pussy my dick’s been rubbing against. This what you want? You want me to fuck you, Jess? There’s no going back from thisshit.”
