Page 11 of The One Night Match
He reaches into his desk drawer and produces a foil packet that has my brow raising.
“I thought you said you don’t fuck girls in here.”
He chuckles and bends over, easily lifting me from the ground and depositing me on the edge of the desk with him between my thighs. “I don’t. But my manager does, and the last thing I need is him knocking up some socialite and causing the club problems.”
He reaches between us and finds the scrap of lace covering my pussy soaked.
Wrapping his fingers around the fabric, he tugs, and it gives way with a soft snap, making me gasp.
“What the fuck!”
“They’re ruined anyway.” He shrugs as he shoves his pants down to his ankles and slides the condom on with an impressive amount of speed.
I can’t remember the last time I was this close to the edge before a guy had really touched me, but I have a feeling he knows exactly what he’s doing with what’s between his legs.
Surely a man who looks like this can’t be bad in bed, or I guess desk in this case. That would just be a sin.
I’m too distracted by him lining up his cock with my core to notice where he throws my panties, and I wrap my arms around his shoulders to keep myself steady.
“You’re so wet for me, Kitten,” he murmurs, his voice almost reverent as he watches his cock slide through my heat.
“Stop teasing,” I whine, and the sound seems to entertain him, but doesn’t make him hurry.
He brushes my sensitive clit with his head, and I let out a long moan as my pussy pulses around nothing.
If I’m not careful, he’s going to have me coming without even sliding inside me…again.
God, I can’t believe I came so easily just from grinding on him. It usually takes a lot to get me over the edge, but then most men are also bumbling idiots when it comes to how to touch a woman.
“Why don’t you ask nicely for my cock?” His dark eyes meet mine, and I’m breathless at the lust staring back at me. There’s a fire in the darkness I can’t quite grasp, but instead I find myself desperate to do as I’m told.
“Please fuck me,” I say softly, my cheeks heating at the words. Why does dirty talk have to feel so unnatural to me?
He chuckles. “Now, I know you can do better than that.”
I swallow heavily and shift my hips, causing us both to moan as he notches himself at my entrance. “Please fuck me,” I repeat. “I need you so badly. My pussy is aching.”
That seems to do the trick because one moment I’m empty and desperate, and the next I’m stretched obscenely around his thick cock.
The burn is intense to begin with, and I bury my face into his chest as I breathe through the pain. Jesus. Even if I just had him in my mouth, I clearly didn’t consider how much this was going to hurt.
“You’re okay,” he whispers against my ear. “You’re taking me so well, Kitten. Just breathe through the pain, and it’ll feel so fucking good in a few seconds.”
I nod against him, uncaring that makeup smears across his black shirt. There’s a weird possessiveness that is entirely foreign that’s pleased, at least for tonight. Every other woman in this club will know he’s mine.
I shake off the dangerous thought and circle my hips, testing the pull as my body grows accustomed to his thickness.
“You ready for me to fuck you, Kitten?”
How could I ever say no?
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It’s taking more discipline than I expected to keep myself from thrusting into her like a wild animal before she can get used to the stretch.
Usually, I take more time to prepare a woman for my cock, but I was sure that if I waited any longer, I was going to come in my pants like a prepubescent boy, and I had no intention of embarrassing myself like that.
