Page 6 of Marked By the Pack
“Keep those legs spread for me.” He groaned. “You’re still dripping all over my desk, you greedy girl.”
“King.”
“Faster, Zoey.”
I moved my hand faster.
“I’m wrapping my hands behind your thighs, making you meet my thrusts.”
I imaged his fingers digging into my flesh as he fucked me. I pictured myself sinking my fingers into his unruly hair, pulling him down to kiss me. His eyes, chin, and lips were all I could see when he was wearing his mask. And I’d been dreaming of what his lips would feel like against mine.
He grabbed a tissue off his desk and I knew he was close.
I imagined kissing down the little bit of exposed skin below his neck. Unbuttoning the rest of those buttons and seeing his hard pecs. His six pack. The happy trail leading to his hard cock.
He reached one hand out, like he was actually hoping to touch me through the screen. His hand landed onthe edge of his desk. He gripped it hard. His knuckles turned white as he stared at me, like he really was picturing holding me tight. Forcing me to bend to his will. Using me for his pleasure.
All I wanted was his hands on me. I wanted to know what it really felt like for him to fuck me right there on his desk.
“Stop,” he said.
My fingers froze deep inside of me.What?
“I want you from behind.”
“King, I’m so close…”
“Now, Zoey. Stand up. Let me see your toned ass.”
I slid my fingers out of myself and stood up. I watched his eyes trail down my body before I turned around and put my hands on my mattress.
“My hand is on your back,” he said. “Pressing you down against my desk.”
I moved so that the front of my body was flush on my comforter.
“Lift your ass higher in the air. Let me see all of you.”
I arched my back, lifting my hips into the air.
“Imagine my hand keeping you in place against my desk as my free hand slowly traces up the back of your thigh.”
“King…”
“And over your ass.” He groaned. “Baby, you have a great ass.”
I moaned. Why was he torturing me?
“I’m grabbing your hips now. Pressing my tip against your wetness. Are you ready for me?”
“Yes!”
“Touch yourself again. Pretend it’s my cock railing you from behind.”
I slid my fingers back inside of me.God, yes.I needed him so badly.
“I’m slamming into you, Zoey. So hard that your hips are digging into the edge of my desk. Do you like that, you dirty girl?”
I moaned.
