Page 16 of Sexploitation

Elias prowls toward me,an animalistic gleam in his dark eyes. His muscular arms flex under the white sleeves of his T-shirt, the dark ink on his skin dancing. Goddamn, this man is sex on a stick. I want to climb him like a tree and mount him like a horse.

“Take your panties off,” he commands.

Holy fuck.I’m so wet right now.

I knew coming here with Niall would ruffle his feathers, give him the kick in the ass he needed to finally take action. But I wasn’t expecting him to stake his claim on me in the middle of the bar, to kiss the ever-living daylights out of me while my date watched. It might be the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. His calm demeanor and threatening tone made my nipples hard, my core tightening with need. Leaving Niall like that was shitty, but if I’d refused to come back here with Elias, he probably would’ve just thrown me over his shoulder.

Damn it.Come to think of it, that might’ve been fun.

“You want them off, take them off,” I challenge, testing him.

He smirks, his eyes trailing over my body. “You relinquished control the moment you walked in here, Peach. Now... Take. Off. Your. Panties.”

My body heats, my eyes staying locked on his as I shimmy my lacy thong off. I’m so turned on right now that there’s literally a pool between my legs, my panties soaked.

He holds out his hand, conveying what he wants with nothing more than a lift of his eyebrow. I place my thong in his palm, my thighs pressing together as he brings them up to his nose and inhales.

His exhale comes out as a rumbling growl, the sound sending a shiver through my body. Swear to God, this man is an enigma. But I love this side of him—primal, hungry.

He walks behind his desk and opens the drawer, stuffing my undies inside. I nearly weep with joy. It’s finally going to happen. Elias is finally going to fuck me. I’ve never worked so hard to get a man to fuck me in all my life.

My heart races as he stalks back over, my clit throbbing with anticipation. His fingers dive into my hair and tug my head back, his lips delivering a quick, punishing kiss before he twirls me around.

His strong hands glide up my legs and under my dress, bunching it at my hips. “Bend over and put your hands to the desk.”

I follow his instruction without hesitation, my stance wide and ass in the air as my palms lie flat on the wooden surface. My body is shaking, trembling with the need to feel him inside me. I remain still and quiet while he unzips his pants, terrified to do anything that might keep this from happening.

He smacks my right ass cheek, the sting causing a ripple of pleasure to move through me. “You’ve been a very naughty girl.” He runs his cock down the crease of my ass to my soaked entrance, teasing it. “I wanted to take my time with you, to slowly devour every inch of you.” He places feathery kisses across my shoulder then bites it. “But now... I’m going to fuck you hard and fast.”

“Oh, God,” I moan as he thrusts inside me, my aching cunt feeling immediate relief.

“You don’t want God watching what I’m about to do to you, Peach,” he says, pulling free then slamming into me again.

My knees hit the side of the desk, but I don’t feel the pain. The fullness of his cock is pure heaven. His hands grip my hips, holding my body still as he brings it closer and closer to that peak.

“Does that feel good?”

“Yes.”

“Should I let you come, naughty girl?”

“Elias...” My attempt to sound threatening comes out more like a plea.

He gives my ass another good smack, causing every nerve in my body to tingle. “This pussy is mine now, Peach. I get to decide when and if you come. Do you understand?”

Holy shit. Why is that so hot? If I weren’t so goddamn turned on right now, I’d tell him to fuck off.

“Yes, sir,” I answer.

“Good girl. Now, tell me you’re mine.”

I protest with a whiny whimper. Even through the fog of lust, it’s clear what he’s doing. He knows I’d say anything to keep him inside me right now. My body is on fire, desperate for a release.

“Say it,” he grits, yanking at my hair as he thrusts harder. “Say. You’re. Mine.”

“Fuck,” I cry out as he grinds against my ass, filling me with every inch of his cock.

“Say it, Peach.” His tone is more teasing now, his movements growing slower, tantalizing. “Give me what I want, and I’ll give you what you need.”

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