Page 64 of He Sees You
I withdraw my fingers, bringing them to her mouth.
She sucks them clean, tongue swirling, eyes never leaving mine. The sight snaps something primal in me.
I notch my cock at her entrance, the broad head pressing against her folds.
With one brutal thrust, I bury myself to the hilt, her pussy stretching around my girth, gripping like a vice.
She screams, back bowing, nails digging into my shoulders through the sweater.
I don't give her time to adjust—pounding into her with relentless force, desk creaking under us.
Each slam drives deeper, balls slapping her ass, her juices coating my shaft.
Her legs wrap around my waist, heels digging into my back, pulling me impossibly closer.
"Harder," she begs, voice breaking.
I oblige, one hand wrapping around her throat—not choking, but holding, feeling her pulse race under my scarred palm.
The silver scar on my eyebrow twitches as I lean down, capturing her mouth in a bruising kiss, tongues battling as I fuck her raw.
Sweat slicks our skin, her pale body flushing pink under my assault.
I release her throat to pinch her nipples, twisting until she whimpers into my mouth.
Her walls flutter, tightening—close.
I angle my hips, grinding against her clit with every thrust, the friction pushing her over.
"Come for me," I command, voice low and dark.
She shatters, pussy convulsing around my cock, milking me as she cries my name.
Waves of pleasure rip through her, body shaking, eyes rolling back.
I don't stop, chasing my own release.
Pulling out, I flip her over, bending her across the desk.
Her ass lifts, round and firm, pussy glistening and open.
I slap her cheek, watching it redden, then thrust back in from behind, deeper this way.
My hands grip her hips, bruising fingerprints into her pale skin, as I rut into her like an animal.
She pushes back, meeting every plunge, moaning as papers crunch under her elbows. "Fill me," she gasps. "Mark me inside."
The words undo me.
I slam home one last time, cock throbbing as I cum, hot spurts flooding her pussy, spilling out around us.
I grind through it, prolonging the ecstasy, until we're both spent, collapsing in a tangle of limbs.
I pull her up against my chest, still buried inside her, lips brushing her ear. "Mine now. Completely."
She nods, turning to kiss me softly amid the chaos. "Yours. In every darkness."
Afterward, we lie on the leather couch I'd moved into the library last year, her body curved against mine, skin still flushed and breathing still ragged.
