Chapter
TWENTY-TWO
RUBY
Sweet relief took over as Kyle filled me. There was no way it had been just this afternoon when he’d had me coming all over his desk. It felt like I’d been waiting a lifetime for this moment.
Fuuuuuck.
His thick cock pressed in, and it pushed away my ability to think. I couldn’t do anything but lie there, take it, and love every second. The skin on my ass seared like a hundred sunburns when his warm hips flattened against it, but I groaned in enjoyment.
His expression was raw, but his movements were deliberate. His pace crawled as he watched his dick’s slippery slide in and out of me.
“Mmmm,” I moaned. I had to breathe in and out through my clenched teeth. It felt so good—
No, don’t come yet!It was way too soon.
He tugged on the belt in his hold, tightening the strap around my thigh and arm. “No coming yet.”
Good lord, could he read my mind? I panted as he worked his thick cock deep inside me. No, I realized. He couldn’t read my thoughts; he could read my signals. He knew exactly what I sounded like when I got close. We’d had so much practice together, but it hadn’t been anything like tonight.
Those had been mock trials. Tonight was the real fucking deal.
He exhaled loudly as he moved faster, and I curled my hands into fists. The bed beneath us didn’t make a sound, but I made up for it. I cried out with bliss as he established the perfect tempo to undo me. I couldn’t keep my shit together.
“Oh, yeah,” I gasped. “Oh, fuck, I love your dick.”
There was a deep chuckle from him, and his hand cracked against my ass as a reward. He didn’t drop his rhythm, either. Just kept plowing into me.
“Yeah,” I babbled. “Give it to me.”
Before him, I’d been silent during sex. I’d let the naughty words run in my head, but never dared to speak them. The first night we’d been together, I had been shy, but Kyle had come into my bed like a freight train. Unstoppable, loud, and dirty.
I’d probably cringe if a transcriptionist read back to me all the things I said during sex with him. I was aware I sounded like a porn star, but it wasn’t rehearsed. I meant whatever I said. And strangely, the dirty talk went mute after him, too. I didn’t realize how much I’d missed it until it came roaring back on New Year’s Eve.
Kyle’s hand gripped the nape of my neck and eased me down so my cheekbone was flat against the bed. His dominance was . . . amazing. Spectacular. I’d always thought I’d be into it, but this was so beyond what I’d expected.
And it was only the first night.
What would he do to me with a week? A month? Even a year—
Don’t get stupid, my heart warned. This would be over in a few sessions. I could avoid getting attached if we had a limited run, but long term would be impossible. He’d spelled it out in concise language how this wasn’t a relationship, and he wasn’t going to offer more. Goddamn him. I wasn’t interested in that either, not until he took the option away from me.
His hand on the back of my neck drifted over my shoulder and along my arm that wasn’t tethered under his belt. Soft skin, damp with sweat, pressed against my back as Kyle leaned over me. His fingers continued their path along my forearm and curled around my wrist.
Shackling me.
God, I loved it. The shift in position allowed him to put his lips to my ear and fill it with the sound of his rasping breath. The stubble of his short beard tickled across my sensitive skin.
I shivered.
Goosebumps rose on my legs, even though I was hot.
His thrusts weren’t as quick now, but it allowed him to move much deeper. Heat spiraled up my legs and built like an inferno in my core. There was more contact, more pleasure. If I had use of either hand, I would have pushed one between the bed and my body, and touched myself until I came. I was so greedy for release.
“Yeah, you like that?” he said in a low voice, and I could feel his lips moving against the shell of my ear. “When my cock’s so hard and deep inside you?”
“Yes,” I sobbed, my eyes slamming shut.