Page 109 of The Worst Guy Ever
“No time. Put your feet up.” I follow his orders and before I can catch my breath, he’s yanked my underwear to one side and slammed his dick straight into me. I didn’t even see him unbuckle his trousers.
“FuckingChrist,” I yell, grateful that the room next door is full of people making enough noise to cover my moans.
I’m sure Rob thinks this was all his idea, but I’ve got him right where I want him. Hot, hard thighs pressing into mine as I lean back with my palms spread, arms bracing myself upright. This desk is a cheap piece of shit, and every thrust has it scooting across the floor, but it doesn’t matter because I’ve been right on the edge ever since I saw him walk into Moonshine tonight.
I’ve been thinking about today for a while, wondering if I’d get a moment with him all to myself. Sentimentality has never been my thing, but I didn’t want to let one year end without telling Rob how I truly feel about him.
“Fuck, I’m so close,” I laugh. Sometimes we try our best to go slow, but it always ramps up into this furious, desperate need.
“Hold on, angel, I want you to come bang on midnight.” Apparently, my man has developed a taste for the sentimental too.
From through the wall I can hear the crowd chanting,‘Ten! Nine! Eight!’and Rob quickens his pace.
I slip down the straps of my dress, grateful I picked something with such easy access, and tug down the cups of my bra, letting my tight nipples free. Rob makes my favourite sound, the guttural, caveman groan he unleashes whenever he sees my tits.
“Five!”
I arch my back and he follows my lead, dipping his head to suck hard before rolling my nipple between his teeth, tugging it tight.
“Four!”
One hand grips the base of my spine, pulling me onto him in time with each thrust. The other slips between us, finding my aching, swollen clit, slippery at the place where our bodies meet.
“Three!”
He strums it with the finesse of a man who’s put the work into becoming an expert in everything that drives me wild. Whether it’s his fingers, his tongue, or that magical superdick, he never fails to give my body exactly what it needs. My need to come isn’t building, it’s hurtling through me at a million miles an hour. He’s going to win this bet, and I couldn’t be more thrilled.
“Two!”
“I love you.” He lets go of my nipple to moan his words of adoration into my mouth, and I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing it. I’m right there on the edge of forever with him, breaking apart around his hungry tongue, ready to explode and let him put me back together.
“I love you too,” I cry out.
“One!”
“Will you marry me?”
“Yes, yes, yes.”
I’m not falling, I’m flying, floating, all senses firing. I grip the back of his neck as everything in me tenses and my head rolls back just in time to see the sky light up through the small office window. Fireworks, explosions, orgasms, declarations, it’s all right here, coursing between us. I clench down hard, roaring at the sensation as he pounds harder and harder, filling me exactly how I wanted. “Yes! Oh,fucking hellyes.”
Wait.
Did he say what I think he just said?
And did I just say yes?
No, fuck.Not yes to that. I fall back to my desk and he tumbles with me, his open mouth pressed to my cheek.
“Yes?” Rob pants, one protective hand cupping the back of my head.
“No!” I shout, thumping my fist against his chest.What the fuck is happening?
“No?”
“Yes! Yes to no. No, no, no. Absolutely not.”
“I’m confused,” he laughs nervously. “You just said yes.”
