Page 11 of Stalked By the Executive

My hands find their way to his belt buckle, fingers fumbling in their haste to rid him of his restricting pants. They fall in a heap at our feet, revealing every inch of his pulsing arousal.

He growls deep in his throat at my bold move, rewarding me with another searing kiss that leaves me breathless. "You're wearing too many clothes," he husks against my lips, nimble fingers working on the buttons of my blouse.

When it joins his discarded trousers on the floor, all that stands between us is a flimsy piece of lace. He hooks one finger under its edge and pulls it down slowly, unveiling me piece by piece. His gaze devours every inch exposed skin like a starving man presented with a feast.

"You're exquisite," he whispers hoarsely, lips dipping to taste the curve of my breast. He laves his tongue over the pebbled flesh before enclosing it with his mouth, suckling with a fervor that sends me spiraling into ecstasy.

His fingers worm their way between our bodies, seeking out the apex of my thighs. I gasp at the first contact, back arching as he dips a finger inside me. The sensation sends jolts of pleasure coursing through me, stoking the fire already raging within. I've touched myself before, but it's never felt like this! It's like Marcus's hands are made of gold.

He crooks his finger, hitting a spot inside me that has me seeing stars. My nails dig into his shoulders as wave after wave of pleasure wracks my body, pushing me closer and closer to the edge of blissful oblivion.

One hand supports my weight while the other works tirelessly to draw forth cries and whimpers from deep within me.

"Marcus!" I scream his name as I shatter, white hot release rushing through me.

With a sweep of his hand, he brushes everything off his desk. Papers flutter to the floor as he lays me on it.

"Motherfucker!" he groans as he moves in between my legs and thrusts deep inside me.

I gasp at the pinch of pain and cling to him.

"Hot damn," he gasps. "Knew this little thing was untapped. You've been saving it for me, haven't you, baby?"

I bury my face in his neck, but he tips my chin up and makes me look at him.

"Don't ever hide from me," he tells me. "I love that you're only mine. No one else will ever touch you this way, Charlotte. Do you understand me?"

Maybe I should be offended by the firm way he issues his order, but instead, it turns me on. My pussy clenches around him as I bite my lip and nod my acquiescence.

"Oh fuck, baby. Trying to kill me with the tight cunt. I gotta move, honey, before I die."

And then he does.

He pulls his hips back and starts barreling into me in strong, powerful thrust. He's hitting this spot deep inside me that feels so good it makes me see stars.

I'm on the verge of something cataclysmic, and I'm whimpering and straining, pushing my hips back against him.

"Yes, that's it, you perfect, perfect girl. Fuck me back. Give it to me," Marcus hisses. He sucks on my neck, and my body quakes.

I know there is no escape from this man or the inferno we've ignited. Each thrust takes us higher and higher until we're both teetering on the precipice, ready to plunge headfirst into shared ecstasy.

"Fuck... Charlotte," he groans my name like a prayer as he drives us relentlessly toward our climax. My body clenches around him, waves of intense pleasure rolling over us as we shatter together.

And I know that I'll never be the same again.

Marcus has buried more than his seed inside my body. He's put a piece of himself inside my heart too.

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I find myself watching the clock, counting the seconds until Marcus calls. His voice alone is enough to soothe the restless ache inside me, the craving for his presence that never seems to fade.

When he finally summons me to his office, I hurry to obey. He's standing by the window, gazing out at the city below, but he turns at the sound of my footsteps.

Our eyes meet across the room, and for a moment we simply stare at one another. Then he closes the distance between us in three swift strides, pulling me into his arms.

I cling to him, breathing in his familiar scent. "I missed you." The admission slips out before I can stop it.

"Did you?" Marcus tilts my chin up, studying my face. "I want you here with me, Charlotte. Every second of every day." His thumb strokes along my jaw, a possessive caress. "I can't get enough of you."

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