Page 29 of Only For Him

She may seem afraid, but this deep primal need that forces me to flex my hands as I stay as still as can be fucking terrifies me. I want her more than I’ve wanted anything in a long time. Maybe ever. With her lips parted, her breaths are slow and steady as the sleeve is stripped from her arm.

“Slowly,” I murmur before clearing my throat and readjusting in the chair. Her dark eyes are wide as she stares back at me, one sleeve hanging off the dress, the other nearly removed as well. “I want you to take your time.”

She nods although to be fair, there isn’t much for her to remove.

“My heels?” She finally speaks and her comment is meant to be teasing and sultry. I’ll be damned if she didn’t hit her mark as the light kisses her bare skin and the dress is pushed to the floor as she shimmies it off.

“Keep them on.”

Leaving her wearing nothing but a simple lace thong and matching bra.

“Have I already scandalized you?” I question and her eyes pierce through me, holding me in place as she reaches behind her. With a quick snap, her bra falls to the floor.

Her breasts are small, a handful maybe, and her nipples beg to be licked. They’re soft and I want nothing more than to pluck them, nip them, and suck them until they’re hardened peaks. The sight of her bending to remove the last garment is my undoing. As I stand, she pauses.

With a cock of my brow, she continues. Stripping down bare for me, and stepping out of the lace puddle at her feet with the click of her heels on the hardwood floor.

She’s utterly breathtaking.

Standing at the edge of my desk, I tap it once. Only once and she obeys the unspoken command.

The lights are dim, but provide plenty of illumination to enjoy the sight before me. Her questioning gaze searches mine and I take her hands one at a time, laying them flat on the desk and slide them across it, pushing the papers to the other end, until her hips are pushed against it and her chest is nearly flat against the desktop.

Moving my hands up her arms, I revel in the shiver that runs through her body and how heavy her eyelids seem to go.

Her breathing picks up, heavier and louder as I trail down her back and then lower, crouching beside her and only stopping to take a handful of her ass and squeeze before laying a heavy slap against her heated skin. Her gasp fuels me as her heels teeter and then she corrects herself.

“Good girl,” I murmur against her skin.

She’s thicker at her ass and thighs and I lean forward with an openmouthed kiss, noting how her thighs tighten. My hand drifts up the back of her thighs until my fingers slip against her slit. Biting down gently, I listen for her moans, which she gives me easily.

Even her cunt responds, clenching around nothing, although I feel it against my fingers.

A satisfied groan leaves me as I stand, not fully though—I stay bent to spread her pussy lips and give her a languid lick, tasting her sweet arousal. In my periphery, I see her watching and I make sure my desire and contentment are evident as I lick my lips and go in for another taste.

With a quiet mewl she struggles to stay still and my right hand comes down hard on her ass as I command her, “Stay still.”

Fuck, the way she groans after that short, feminine yelp. Staring down at her, I toy with her pussy, rubbing circles around her clit before running my fingers back up.

She’s gorgeous, with her already slightly disheveled hair, and her lips parted in a perfectO.

“Already wet for me,” I comment before unzipping my pants. The sound fills the room and the only other thing I can hear is her swallow.

Gripping the base of my cock, I pull myself out completely. Walking around to the front of my desk, I grip the hair at the nape of her neck, pull her back and position myself so she can suck. Which she doesn’t do at first.

Instead she licks the bead of precum at my slit, and my toes curl before she wraps those gorgeous red lips around my cock.

She’s careful about it, no doubt concerned her lipstick will be smeared.

If I wasn’t in heaven from the pleasure she gives me, I’d smirk. That lipstick isn’t going to last. As it is, she glides her tongue down my length and then takes me into her hot mouth.

My fist tightens as I watch her suck me down, her cheeks hollowing. Although I have a grip on her, she does it all herself, taking her time and tasting me.

“Enjoying yourself?” I question and then hold her in place, my cock firmly pressed against the back of her throat. She nearly sputters, swallowing me down even more. Her eyes glisten as she attempts to give an answering hum.

Fucking gorgeous.

“Good,” I comment before thrusting deeper and then throat fucking her. Each stroke is deep and paired with a brutal pace. Her lips wrap around tighter and her hands come up but she’s quick to put them back down.

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