Page 55 of Beautiful Desire
Her nipples harden against the tank top she’s wearing, which only turns me on more. Sitting up, I wrap my hand around the back of her neck and press my mouth to hers. A moan falls from her as my tongue parts her lips, and before I know it, we’re both standing up, the kiss turning feverish as I climb out of the tub. Neither of us seems to care that I’m dripping wet as we work our way into her bedroom. Hands coming to her shirt, I tug the material over her head and let it fall to the floor before ridding her of her shorts.
We make it over to the bed and climb on, my body covering hers as she wraps her legs around my waist. My lips leave hers, kissing along her jaw and down to her neck, and her soft moans fill the air as she scrapes her nails down my back. Rolling my hips, the underside of my cock glides along the length of her hot, slick pussy.
“Fletcher,” she moans, the sound sending heat to my balls.
Pulling back just enough to look her in the eyes, I reach my hand down between us, lining myself up to her. Her brows pinch, and she nods, giving me all I need to ease inside. We both groan as I bottom out, the feeling of her wrapped around me like heaven. Bringing my lips back to hers, I lick into her mouth, kissing her deeply as I pull my cock out to the tip and sink all the way in again. Georgia moans into my mouth as I pick up the pace, my pelvis slapping against her ass as her nails bite into the flesh on my back.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I growl before nipping at her bottom lip. “Does this tight cunt like being stuffed full with my cock?”
“Yes,” she moans. “Yes!”
“That’s right, Peach.” Sitting back, I look down at her as I pound into her soaking wet pussy. “Look at you,” I groan, grabbing a fistful of her tits with both hands. “Your fucking body was made for me. It was made to take my cock. God, I can’t fucking get enough of you.”
Georgia holds my gaze, whimpering as I tweak her hardened nipples between my fingers. She brings her hand between us, rubbing on her clit as I continue to fuck her, my strokes deep and hard. Sweat drips down my back as my heart thrashes against my ribs.
“You’re fucking perfect, Peach,” I grit out, my balls tightening up as pressure builds low in my spine.
“I’m close,” she moans. “Don’t stop, I’m… Oh,fuck, I’m gonna come!”
Her walls contract around my cock as she cries out, jaw going slack and her eyes rolling back. Feeling her come around me sets off my own release. My balls are full and tight against my body, and a moment later, my cock throbs as I empty myself inside her, a throaty groan ripping from my chest.
Leaning down, I press my lips to hers again, kissing her softly as we both come down. After I grab a washcloth and clean her up, I climb back on the bed beside her and pull her into my chest again. She doesn’t fight me like she did earlier, instead nuzzling her face into my neck as I run my fingers through her hair.
As we lie here, wrapped up in one another, I realize how fucked I am. I don’t know when it happened, or how, but I don’t want this with anybody else. I wantGeorgia, and it goes way beyond fucking her. I havefeelingsfor her.
Fuck me.
25
Georgia
Grace: Hey, are you able to stop by when you’re off work?
Me: Yeah, I’m just about to leave. Come to the bakery or your house?
As I’m waiting for her response, the sound of heavy footsteps pulls my attention from my phone. My lips tug into a grin as Fletcher strolls into my office, like he owns the place. “Ever heard of knocking?”
“The door was open,” he drawls, shutting it behind him before sitting on the corner of my desk. Meeting my gaze, his eyes dance with mischief as he flashes me a flirty smirk. “I’m bored. How about you bend your fine ass over and let me fuck you against this desk.”
I choke out a laugh. “How about no.”
“Why not?” he scoffs, face scrunched up.
“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe because you’re on the clock?”
“You never let me fuck you in here.” He groans with an eye roll. “And besides, I’m off in five minutes. For somebody who owns the place, you sure never know the schedule.”
“Is that why your father exiled you?” I ask, gaze narrowing as I sit back in my chair and fold my arms over my chest. “Because you were fucking everybody in your office?”
Fletcher gasps and clutches his metaphorical pearls. “No, that’s not why,” he murmurs. “And I didn’t fuck everybody in my office.”
“But you did fuck in your office?”
The corner of his mouth twitches. “Well, yeah, but noteverybody.”
Gritting my teeth, I refuse to put a name to the dark and bitter feeling slicing through my chest. “Then why?” I ask, realizing he’s still never told me the reason.
Heaving a sigh, Fletcher says, “I fucked up some paperwork on a pretty big deal, and we almost lost it.”
