Page 48 of Savage Temptation

“Not today, Beautiful.” Liam said, noticing my gesture, “Today my cock needs to claim you or I’ll break everything in this fucking office.”

Liam handed me the condom, “Put it on me.” I focused as hard as I could, trying not to make a fool of myself by doing it wrong. He held the base of his dick while I rolled the condom over it, my heart beating in my ears at the anticipation of having it inside me.

I looked up, and Liam had a wicked grin on his face, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth, and a scary fire burning in his eyes.

He reached behind me, swiping his hand over the desk, sending everything that was on top of it flying to the ground before curling his arm around my waist and pulling me to him. I pushed my hips up, searching for his hard cock, desperate to have him fill me.

“So fucking wet.” Liam practically chanted, the back of his fingers tracing my pussy as he pumped his cock in his fist. The head of his dick followed, tracing a line from my entrance to my clit. The warmth sent a rush of blood straight to my pussy, a new ache I never knew was possible. It was as if I’d been stranded in a desert, and his hard erection was all the water I needed.

“Please, Liam,” I begged again, hoping he would push inside me, finally being rewarded with the wide crown of his cock stretching my almost virgin pussy.

“Shit.” He roared. “I can’t hold back from destroying this beautiful cunt. Not today. Fuck, Jamie, what have you done?”

His hand came up to my hair again, yanking it back just as he thrust all the way inside me, pulling a whimper from my chest.

“Shh, you can take it, Beautiful. Every last inch of me.” He stopped balls deep inside me, holding me so close to him there was no telling where I ended and he began. He stilled for a moment, allowing me to catch my breath and bearings, the pain slowly subsiding as he stroked my hair.

“You’ll have to stop pulsing around my cock if I’m supposed to hold off.”

“I… I can’t help it.”

“I know, Baby. I know. But I can’t stay like this, or I’ll come before I fucking move.”

Liam pressed his palm between my boobs, pushing me down onto the desk, his hard cock still deeply buried inside me. His hand stayed there, steadying me while he started to pump in small strokes first, that grew longer and harsher with each one. I tried to swallow my moans, too embarrassed to let go, but some of them were simply pulled out of me without permission.

I watched him, my eyes firmly set on his face while his were set on the place where we were both joined together.

“Fuck, your tight little pussy is pulling me in every time I pull out.”

“Hm… Jesus.” I couldn’t form a single sentence that would make sense right now. I felt full to the brim, and still I couldn’t keep from wanting more. Liam’s thrusts were nearing violent and uncontrolled, shoving me into the desk every time he pushed back inside me.

“I’m a bastard. I shouldn’t be fucking you like this, but I can’t control it.”

His hand traveled up my chest, resting on my throat, still keeping me in place while squeezing just a little.

Up until this moment, I had no idea what real pleasure was. Having my pussy this full, his words, the friction, that damn hand on my throat, it was all so intense I was close to exploding.

“This pussy was made for me. Tell me no one else will ever have it.” I couldn’t properly register the words or say any of my own, but the possessive tone in them sent new shivers of bliss up my spine, “Tell me.” He demanded, squeezing tighter.

“I huh… Oh God!” I moaned, feeling the first ripples of my release tearing their way through me.

“Jesus, you’re gone.” Liam pumped harder, his free hand rubbing my clit in circles that sent me straight to Heaven. My back arched, I was balancing on my ass and head on this desk while pleasure tore me to pieces, Liam’s unrelenting thrusts shoving me right over that edge.

Liam’s groan filled the room, his orgasm taking over him just as mine had subsided. I watched him come, a sense of pride filling my chest at the notion that I’d done that. That I had made him soar in bliss.

With a last shove inside me, Liam collapsed onto my body, his nose inhaling deeply in the crook of my neck.

“Fuck.” I heard him murmur, only this time the word wasn’t laced with the lechery I’d heard in it earlier.

Liam pulled out of me, the whole atmosphere around us dropping to a coldness I wouldn’t imagine could follow such fire.

I slowly got up, my gut twisting into an untieable knot, pulling my skirt and bra to their place and covering my chest with what was left of my blouse. Liam had his back to me, discarding the used condom, I supposed, and buttoning his pants back in place.

I couldn’t shake the sense of dread that filled my lungs as he turned to face me, his expression far from the lightness it should hold after such an intimate moment. He’d dipped back into Hell, only this time, I felt like I had been the one to push him down.

I swallowed the massive lump that was lodged in my throat as he faced me, waiting for the words that would confirm my gut feeling– this had been a fucking mistake, and I was about to be hung up on his trophy-fuck wall.

“This can’t happen again, Jamie.” Exactly as expected, only that sentence slashed deeper than I’d ever imagined.

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