Page 69 of Haunted Love

Aspen laughs it off, trying to push him away, but he doesn’t take the hint and grinds against her ass. She shoves at him again, and he holds her tighter, his hands snaking up toward her full tits when she starts looking around, desperate for help. She searches for Austin, panic flashing in her eyes, but he’s too fucking occupied with his tongue down Becs’ throat. By the time that familiar gaze flicks to me, I’m already halfway across the club.

Relief shines in her eyes, and before the fucker can get his hands any higher, Aspen is behind me with my fist flying right into his fucking jaw. Carter stumbles back, too fucking shocked to know what hit him, and as he finally rights himself and tries to fight back, my security team intervenes, dragging his ass out of here. Austin doesn’t even notice.

“Holy fuck,” Aspen breathes, clinging on to my arm. “Are you okay?”

“Am I okay?” I scoff. Is this girl for real? She was the one getting felt up by some asshole who I’m sure would have assaulted her further if he had the chance. The fury of the whole situation burns through my veins, and instead of responding to her question, I press against her back. “Walk.”

She doesn’t hesitate to move her ass across the dancefloor and back toward our booth, only before she can step into it and take a seat, I keep her moving, directing her to the employee-only section of the club. We walk for what seems like forever, every step only working me up further. We weave through the maze of hallways until we finally reach my office, but before I get a chance to reach for the door, I fucking snap, grabbing her and shoving her up against the door of my office.

“Fucking hell, Birdy. Do you have any idea what you’ve been doing to me out there?”

“You think I don’t?” she questions, pushing her ass back against me, feeling just how desperate I am for her. “I’ve been wet for you since the second you walked in.”

I groan, finally bringing my lips down on her neck. I need to stop. I can’t do this here, and with her . . . fuck. We have rules for a reason. This is only supposed to happen at Vixen, but the thought of Carter’s hands on her body, of touching everything I want and crave. It drives me crazy.

“Aspen,” I groan, desperation pounding through my veins. “Tell me to stop.”

“I can’t do that,” she pants. “I need you inside me. I need you to fuck me.”

Aspen reaches down, trying to bunch up her skirt, but with her body shoved so tight against the wall, she can barely move, but I’m not bound by those same restrictions, and within seconds, my hands are at my belt, hastily freeing myself from the confines of my pants.

Aspen reaches behind, gripping my cock in the palm of her hand and quickly working me, her thumb looping over my tip and lingering on my piercing, something I’ve noticed she tends to do quite a bit, but there’s no objection here. I fucking love it.

She barely gets to work her hand all the way up and down before I have her purple metallic dress bunched up to her waist and her thong torn to shreds at our feet. She arches her back, pressing her ass back into me, and I groan as I take her hip, stilling her. Then guiding my tip to her entrance, I feel just how fucking wet she is, and without another second of warning, I slam deep inside of her.

She gasps, using her hands braced against the door for leverage to press back against me. “Holy fuck,” she groans, her walls shuddering around me as they stretch and adjust to my sheer size.

She’s so fucking warm inside, fitting me just right, and I grit my teeth as she clenches around me. “You like that, Birdy?”

“Oh, God. Yes. More,” she cries out.

I give her what she needs while taking everything I’ve wanted since the last time I saw her, and fuck, it’s everything I’ve needed and more. I pound into her, digging my fingers into her hip to hold her still as she squirms and jolts with pure satisfaction. “See how well you take me?” I demand, rolling my hips before slamming back inside of her, taking her deeper. “See what you do to me? This tight little cunt could bring me to my knees, Aspen.”

I thrust again, both of us so worked up. “It’s yours,” she pants, trying to find purchase against the door. “All yours.”

“That’s right,” I say, curling my hand around the front of her hip and diving between those creamy thighs, and as I pound into her, stretching the pretty pussy, I roll my fingers over her clit and watch how she nears her limits.

“Fuck, Izaac,” she groans, trying to grind against my hand while also pressing back against my cock to take me deeper. I give her everything she wants as I feel that familiar tightening in my balls, but I hold off, needing to feel as she comes undone around me.

I roll over her clit again before gently pinching it. “Come on, Birdy. I know you’re right there with me. Let me feel you come on my cock. Squeeze me.”

Aspen’s walls tighten around me, and I groan, the sensation setting me on fire. Nothing will ever compare to being inside her. “I . . . I’m so fucking close,” she pants.

I feel her body trembling, but despite how close she is, she needs something more, and without hesitation, I reach around her and grip the door handle before shoving it open. The door opens with a bang, slamming against the drywall. I shuffle us inside before kicking the door closed behind me, and the second I get her near my desk, I bend her over it, not giving a shit about the paperwork that scatters across the small office.

Taking both of her hips, I fuck her hard and fast, gritting my teeth until finally, she cries out, her sweet little cunt shattering like glass as she reaches her climax. She comes hard, crying out with desperation as her hand finds mine on her hip and squeezes hard.

I come with her, shooting hot spurts of cum deep inside her as her body turns into a spasming mess. “Holy fuck,” she groans, her walls convulsing as her high continues to climb.

I don’t stop thrusting until she comes back down, her body relaxing heavily against my desk, and I brace my hands on either side of her, needing just a moment to catch my breath. “Fuck, Birdy,” I breathe, leaning down to her and pressing a kiss to her shoulder before finally inching away and falling out of the warmth of her sweet cunt.

All too aware of just how reckless this was, I hastily fix myself up, tucking my cock back inside my pants and doing up my belt before focusing my attention on Aspen. She crosses her arms under her face, using them as cushioning against the hard desk as she simply watches me. I step back into her, taking the skirt of her dress and pulling it down to cover her perfect ass. “I feel you dripping out of me,” she murmurs, still caught up in the post-orgasm bliss.

I take a second, her words making my cock spring back to life, and I do what I can to find just a little bit of control. But damn, now that I know my cum is spreading between her pretty thighs, it’s almost impossible to think of anything else.

“We shouldn’t have done that,” I say, looking around the office for something that could help clean her up. “Anyone could have walked in. My staff. Your brother.”

“I know. Isn’t it exciting?” she says. “We should do it again.”

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