Page 60 of Texting the CEO's Obsession
A heavy exhale falls from Nick’s lips as my skirt drops to the floor.
The second I kick it out of the way, his hands are on me.
He yanks me back, and I stumble, landing squarely in his lap with a breathless laugh. He doesn’t give me time to get settled, prying my legs apart with rough, demanding hands and skating his fingers up the inside of my thighs. I moan and toss my head back against his shoulder when his thumb immediately seeks out my clit, sending bolts of pleasure up my spine and making me bite my tongue to stop myself from screaming.
“Pretty little toy,” he murmurs, tracing his lips across the curve of my throat so gently in juxtaposition to the way his hands work my body like a fiddle. “So good for me, Riley. It’s like you were made just for me, just to be mine.”
I can do nothing but moan in response; any words I might be able to find disappear when he slides two fingers inside of me and crooks them.
“So wet for me,” he croons as he slides down in his chair to give himself more room. “Put your hands on the desk, Princess. Were you waiting for this? Did I leave my poor girl all worked up?”
I whimper pathetically at the overwhelming desire that burns through me at the way he’s speaking to me. His tone is so gentle, almost sweet, but his words are teasing and filthy, and it makes my head spin.
I want more of it.
“Nick,” I whine as I clumsily reach forward to grip the edge of his desk.
Nick just laughs in response, pushing and pulling me until he has me how he wants me. My knees are wedged in between his thighs and the armrests of his desk chair, my back arched to place my pussy a bare inch above the hard length of his cock. He makes a hungry sound at the sight, his hand coming down on my ass to spank me.
I jerk at the sting, a gasp tearing from my throat and dissolving into a moan when the head of his cock rubs up against my clit.
My patience disappears in the course of a second, and I grind back demandingly, looking over my shoulder as I groan, “Nick, please. I need you.”
He doesn’t make me wait.
His hands are impatient and demanding as he drags me back another inch and positions me perfectly. The stretch of his cock burns in the best way, almost too big to fit as he rolls his hips up in slow movements, pulling me back down against him. I try to move with him even though the position doesn’t allow for much control on my end, but he digs his nails into my hip and hisses sharply at me.
“Stay still, Princess. I’m going to help you ride me. You just be a good little toy and let me use you.”
I clench down around him, heat flooding my veins so fast it makes me feel faint. Both Nick and I moan at the sensation.
“Just like that,” he praises, yanking me down the rest of the way until he can bottom out. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
He’s so fuckingbig, his cock pressing against every spot inside me that makes my eyes cross with pleasure before he even starts fucking me. When he does, it feels like every single one of my bones melts in pure bliss. His hands keep my hips moving exactly how he wants, intense and controlling even as he rubs his thumbs over the small of my back in a way that can only be described as adoring.
My mind is blank, only able to focus on sensation and the way my breath catches in my lungs on every thrust. Filth pours from Nick’s mouth as he fills me, and I can’t do anything but dig my nails into his desktop and hang on for the ride.
“That’s my good girl,” he purrs, his palm slamming down on my ass again. “From now on, you tell me everything that goes in that little journal, got it?”
I nod helplessly, gasping as I collapse forward against his desk when he starts hammering into the spot that makes the whole world spin around me.
“Words, Miss Morgan,” he insists.
“Yes!” I cry out, trembling under the onslaught of pleasure. “Yes, sir, I promise!”
“Good fucking girl,” he groans, picking up his pace. “I’m going to give you everything you want, Princess. You ask for it, you get it. Going to spoil you rotten, baby.”
I gasp when he reaches around to rub tight circles over my clit, my eyes rolling back in my head at the unrelenting pleasure. My nails scrape across his desk as my pussy spasms around him. He laughs breathlessly, his fingers moving faster and making me jolt against him with every tiny shift.
“Ask for what you want,” he teases, stilling his fingers and his hips at the same time.
I wail, trying desperately to fuck back against him, but he holds me still.
“Nick!” I sob, panting in need. “Fuck me,please, I want to come. Want to come for you, sir.”
He lets out an unholy sound at that and sets a ruthless pace, filling me with every inch of his massive cock and rolling my clit between his fingers as I bury my face into my arm in a poor attempt to muffle some of my moans.
“Let me hear you,” he pants. “Let me hear you, and you can come, Princess.”
