Page 52 of Finding Haven
His cock thickens in my hand, and suddenly, he’s pulling away from my touch. “Fuck, stop,” he growls.
I shift on my knees. “Why did you stop me?” I ask, suddenly all too aware of my position at his feet.
He pulls the fabric of his briefs back up, tucking himself away as he leans forward and swipes his thumb across my full lower lip. “BecauseI’m not coming unless I’m buried deep inside that sweet pussy of yours. Now, get up,” he says, his words a smooth command. My body shudders at the mental image he’s painted. Now that we’ve both been tested and cleared and discussed birth control options, I’m more than eager to feel him inside of me with nothing between us.
Strong hands grasp my waist as I brace my hands on his thighs, slowly moving to my feet. He reaches around my back and unclasps my bra, pulling it free from my body and letting it fall to the floor. My nipples stiffen against the cool air as goosebumps pepper along my skin, my breasts heavy and aching for his touch. Desperate for it.
Keeping a hand at my waist, he pulls my body closer as he cups one of my breasts in his palm, guiding my nipple to the warmth of his mouth. I slide a hand to the back of his head, fingers carding through his dark curls as his teeth sink gently into the sensitive peak. “Zack.” His name falls from my lips on a breathy moan as my back arches, my body pressing into his touch.
Wet heat swirls around my nipple as he lavishes it with his tongue before releasing it with a gentle pop. “Mm. Are you wet for me, baby?” He doesn’t give me a chance to respond as his attention shifts to my other breast, repeating the delicious torture. The hand at my waist shifts, his fingers curling beneath the waistband of my leggings as he slowly begins to pull them down. I move to take a step back, but he stops me, his eyes lifting to mine as he drags them down my legs, carefully lifting the fabric away from the pump on my upper thigh.
He tosses my leggings to the side as he sits back in his leather chair, his eyes raking over my nearly naked body. Being on display for him like this, while he’s still wearing his gray dress pants and boxer briefs, hisbelt undone but still resting around his waist, sends a thrill through my body. I feel vulnerable, but with that vulnerability comes power and an intoxicating rush of arousal.
“You’re so beautiful, Quinn.”
My breath catches as his hands trail down my sides and over the soft, smooth swell of my belly. He leans forward and presses kiss after gentle kiss over my exposed skin, his hands slowly continuing their exploration of my body. His fingers reach the damp lace between my legs, a growl ripping from his chest as his fingers dip beneath the fabric to slide through the arousal pooling at my core.
“So fucking wet for me,” he says, and then his hands are at my hips, his fingers curling around the sides of my thong as he begins to pull. The sound of shredding fabric reverberates off the walls of his office.
Satisfied, he stands and guides my body back until I’m pressed against the solid wood of his desk. “Sit down and spread your legs for me, baby. I need to taste and worship this pussy before I ruin it.”
40
Zack
Idon’tknowwhatit is about this woman that makes me feel fucking feral, but I need her in a way I’ve never needed anyone. On a visceral level. My body, my heart, my fucking soul feels pulled to hers. Her scent is invading my space, and it’s intoxicating. Like a drug that my body craves and needs to survive.
My cock is throbbing and aching for release, but it has to wait. I need to feel her shatter, to taste her on my tongue before I bury myself inside of her and chase my own release.
Grasping her waist in my hands, I help her get situated on my desk before running my hands over the soft skin of her thighs, gently pushing them apart. “Show me that pussy, Sugar,” I rasp, watching as she slowly spreads her legs for me. My cock pulses at the sight of her. “Good girl,” I praise.
A deep cherry-red coats her cheeks as she pulls her plump bottom lip between her teeth, but the blush isn’t from embarrassment; it’s arousal. “You know, babe,” she says, moving a hand between her legs, hiding her pussy from view. “It’s not fair for you to still be wearing so much clothing.”
I smile deviously as I move my hands to my waist, grasping the end of my belt and hastily pulling it free from the belt loops of my gray pants.Her storm-filled eyes hold mine as I remove my pants, neatly fold them, and hang them over the back of my chair. A soft whimper escapes her as my fingers trail along the elastic waistband of my boxer briefs. “What’s the matter, baby? Feeling a little impatient?” I tease, grasping my cock through the fabric of my briefs.
“I need you,” she whines, her fingers sliding through her wet slit before she slowly begins to circle her swollen clit. My body is thrumming with a restless energy, desperate to feel her. To taste her. Tofuckher. I’ve come more times than I care to admit to the sight of Quinn touching herself, but getting to see her fingers swirl around her clit when she’s close enough for me to reach out and touch… Nothing in this world compares.
A smirk tugs at the corner of my lips as I slowly push my briefs down my legs, kicking them to the side before I wrap my hand around the base of my shaft.
“Wh-what are you doing?” she asks, her eyes widening as I lower to my knees.
She pulls her hand away as I grasp her thighs, holding them open as I lean forward and swipe my tongue from her core to her clit. I groan as her taste coats my tongue. I could spend the rest of my life between her thighs, and it still wouldn’t be enough. She’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted. Pre-cum drips down the length of my cock as I gently suck her clit, her legs tensing as they tighten around me. My fingers press into her thigh as I growl against her cunt, sliding my other hand down to tease two fingers at her entrance.
“Please, Zack. Please, please, please,” she chants, her hand grasping the hair at the back of my head.
I nip at her clit and flick it with my tongue before pulling back, my gaze meeting hers. “Mm. You know I love it when you beg for me.” Hearing her beg awakens the carnal side of me and makes me want to lose myself between her legs, in her body, in whatever way possible.
“Zack, plea—” Her words falter as I slide two fingers into her. I press them in as deep as I can before crooking them towards me, pulling a long, drawn-out moan from her lips. Her legs start to tremble just as I begin to pull my fingers back out. “Wait, don’t st—”
I cut her off again, bringing my mouth back to her swollen clit. Alternating between flicks and swirls of my tongue, I gently nip at it before I suck, thrusting my fingers into her pussy and crooking them towards me once more.
“I’m gonna come,” she moans as her cunt begins to spasm around my fingers. I give her clit a few quick flicks with my tongue, my heavy breaths panting against her pussy before I wrap my lips around the swollen bud once more, sliding my fingers in deeper and crooking them harder than before. She moans my name and a string of curses as her back arches. Her hips roll into my touch as I slide my other hand to the base of her neck, fingers tightening just enough to stifle the scream that threatens to fall from her lips as warm liquid gushes from her, soaking my face and the desk beneath her.
Her chest rises and falls with heavy breaths as I slowly pull my fingers from her, sliding them through her wet slit and spreading her open as I use my tongue to clean the mess from her pussy. A deep groan rumbles from my chest as I press a kiss to her clit before grabbing the edge of the desk and moving to stand, my cock hard and heavy between my legs. Iwipe my hand over my mouth and chin, rubbing away the remnants of her release.
I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the way Quinn’s body feels wrapped around mine. Having her here, with her beautiful body spread out on the desk in my office, feels both reckless and perfect all at once. It reminds me of the first time I brought her back to my home, the day I let her nickname slip and she learned that it was me on the other end of those private cam sessions. The deep feeling burning inside my chest for her has only grown stronger with each week we spend together.
Stepping towards the edge of the desk, I wrap my fist around my dick and give it a few slow pulls, twisting my palm over the head. “Tell me you want this, baby. I need to hear you say it. Once I’m inside this sweet pussy, I won’t be able to stop,” I grind out, fighting back a possessive growl. The way she’s spread out for me, her cunt glistening from the stunning way she came, has me wanting to lose myself inside of her.
