Page 121 of Shortcake
She didn’t let me finish my thought. Instead, in the sexiest, breathiest voice I’d ever heard, she pressed her body to mine and said, “I need you, Conrad. Please.” Tugging at the lapel of my shirt, she rubbed her needy body against mine, practically begging me to throw her down on my desk right here and have my way with her.
Sliding her hand down between our bodies, she gripped my cock, giving it one hard stroke through my pants. “I’ve missed you.”
As her mouth claimed mine, I forgot all about Meghan and all the other reasons why I had been keeping my distance this week.
Instead, I drank in her kisses, swiping my tongue against the soft seam of her mouth. She backed me up until I was back around my desk and with a push of my shoulders, she knocked me down to sit in my chair.
“Sheriff Meyer,” she said, voice breathy. Her wild, red hair brushed her cheekbones, delightfully messy around her face. “I know I’ve been bad. But is there anything I can do to avoid being handcuffed tonight?”
Oh my God. She was so fucking sexy. A walking fantasy. Every man’s wet dream come to life.
“Well, ma’am, the law is the law.”
Her eyes sparked as she slipped the loose straps of her dress down her arms and revealed her breasts to me.
Curvy. More than a handful. Tight, pink, pearled nipples hard and ready for my tongue.
But instead of stepping into me, instead of bringing those mouth-watering breasts to my lips, she sank to her knees and quickly undid my belt and pants. After pulling the zipper down, I fell heavily into her palm.
Thick and veined, my cock swelled in her grip. “Fuck,” I hissed, combing my fingers gently into her hair so I could get a better view of her face.
She pumped me in her fist, slowly, firmly, gliding her tongue over my sensitive tip.
A sharp breath evacuated my lungs as she flattened her tongue against the underside of my shaft, tracing a vein from root to tip. Then, without warning, she sheathed me in her mouth all the way until I hit the back of her throat.
I hissed, pumping my hips off the chair. I wasn’t ready for that. Not at all.
Her moan vibrated against me, adding to the sensation as she eagerly took me in her mouth, gliding over top of me. Bobbing up and down, faster and slicker with every drag of her tongue across slick, velvet flesh.
What little control I had at the beginning had all but disappeared as I tugged her off of my dick, balls aching and tight.
She looked up at me with glazed, confused eyes. “What’s wrong?” she whispered, a slight edge of concern in her voice.
Fuck. Me.
Her wet, swollen mouth pushed out into a pout, the little bit of pink lipstick she wore smearing the tiniest bit at the edges. Reaching out, I swiped at her lips with my thumb, smearing that lipstick even more.
What the hell was so sexy about that?
“Not a fucking thing is wrong,” I growled and pulled her into my lap.
I skimmed my palms up the skirt of her dress until I found a handful of silken flesh at her ass and squeezed. Then, trailing my touch down between her thighs I groaned. “No panties? Are you trying to kill me?”
Satisfied with herself, a smug but charming smile teased her lips. Then, grabbing a condom from her purse, she tore it with her teeth and rolled it onto me.
Thighs spread, her skirt blanketed our hips as she positioned herself over me. I took her nipple into my mouth, rolling the textured pearl between my teeth. The muscles in her body flexed, going rigid, and she moaned as I found her clit, working both her nipple and hard button of need at the same time, growling like a primal animal devouring its prey.
My cock pulsed as her warm, slick heat enveloped me and I plunged inside of her. She gasped, her head thrown back in pleasure.
She lifted off me, gliding me almost entirely out of her until it was just the tip of my head before she brought her body back down, rolling her hips with the slow pulse.
Hypnotically, she moved up and down, her rhythm mesmerizing as her tits bounced in my face. She arched against me, desperate for release and gripping her ass, I guide her over top of my cock.
Molten lava glided down my spine, that tight feeling of ecstasy so fucking close that it clawed up my pelvis.
She needed to come. I needed to feel her come around my cock.
I increased pressure to her clit, rolling it between my pinched fingers.
