“You ready for me to move, baby?” he asked.
“Yes,” I whispered, thrusting back against his pelvis.
Without moving his fingers away, he braced his other hand on the edge of the desk and pulled out of me in one long slide. Then he slammed home.
This time, when I cried out, it wasn’t from pain.
After that, it was fast, furious, and rough. I moaned and whimpered as he drove into me again and again, harder and deeper each time. I felt the orgasm building inside me, growing with each stroke.
His mouth was against my ear and he talked to me in a way no man ever had before. It was filthy and I loved every fucking second of it.
“That pussy is so wet for me. Bet it’s sweet. Would you like that, darlin’, sittin’ on my face and riding my tongue? Maybe we’ll do that next time, then I’ll play with your tits while you ride my cock.”
As he said it, his hand moved up my body and he pinched my nipples hard, one after another.
My head flew back as my pussy clamped around him. I was so close that it hurt. I desperately needed to come.
“King,” I whimpered.
He chuckled in my ear, dark and promising. “After that, maybe I’ll fuck your mouth and you can play with yourself,” he muttered right before he bit my shoulder.
I’m almost certain I screamed as my head reared back and I came. My legs collapsed beneath me, but his arm around my hips and his cock inside me kept me from sliding off the desk and onto the floor.
His fingers never stopped moving as I bucked and twitched under him, drawing out my orgasm until I was begging for him to stop.
That’s when his arm lashed out, sweeping everything off the desk. He pulled out of me, jerked me around, and lifted me up, planting my ass on the wooden surface and spreading my legs wide. He rammed his cock back inside me.
“Lean back on your arms, darlin’,” he demanded. “I wanna suck those pretty tits.”
I did exactly what he said without a second thought. I wanted his mouth on me, so badly I didn’t even feel self-conscious as I planted my hands right behind my hips, leaving my arms straight and locked, and thrust out my chest.
King lowered his head and closed his lips around my nipple, pulling hard and adding the edge of his teeth. My head fell back and I cried out. He growled against my skin, his mouth moving to the other nipple, suckling hard and deep.
When he released my breast, his head came up and I saw his face for the first time since he bent me over the desk. His black eyes glittered with heat and his lips were peeled back in a snarl as he fucked me hard. He was beautiful, but it was a dangerous beauty as if one wrong move from me meant he would rip out my throat.
“Touch yourself, Jena,” he growled. “Wanna see you come again.”
Something else I’d never done in front of a lover, yet I didn’t hesitate. One of my hands moved from the desk and I slid a finger into my mouth to wet it.
“Jesus Christ,” he groaned through clenched teeth, watching as my hand trailed down the center of my body to my clit.
Something about King made me completely uninhibited. I began to stroke my clit in time with his thrusts, my eyes half closed as I watched him fuck me. He dropped his head again and began sucking my nipples, flicking them with his tongue, and tugging them with his teeth.
The second orgasm hit me unexpectedly. My arm went out from under me and I fell back on the desk, writhing and crying out.
King’s eyes were little more than slits as both his hand gripped my hips. He slammed inside me three more times, so hard that the desk shuddered beneath me. Then I watched breathlessly as he threw his head back, the muscles in his neck rigid.
“Fuck!” he shouted, ramming into me one last time before remaining there, unmoving.
He leaned forward, shifting inside me, and I gasped, my back arching as aftershocks overwhelmed me.
Wincing, he slowly pulled out of me, his hand holding the base of the condom. I shuddered at the emptiness, and suddenly felt exposed and uncomfortable.
I started to sit up, but King’s face was there as he loomed over me.
“Don’t move,” he growled. He didn’t look like a man who just had crazy, rough sex on his desk. He looked pissed way the hell off.
“King,” I started.
“Shut the fuck up, Jena. You’re not moving. You’re not leaving.” He straightened. “I’m not done with you yet.”
With that cryptic statement, he turned and walked over to a door beside the couch. When he opened it, I caught a glimpse of black tile and chrome before he disappeared inside the bathroom.
I shifted, about to slide off the desk, when his head reappeared out the door. “I mean it, Jena. If you fucking move from that position, I will tie you down just like that and play with you however I want.”
I believed him, so I lay perfectly still as he vanished back into the bathroom and slammed the door behind him.
Staring at the red ceiling in his office, I wondered what in the hell I’d just done.
Chapter Six
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My body bucked, my hands yanking at King’s hair as I came. He meant what he said earlier about wanting me to sit on his face. Not only did he mean it, he was good at it. He was voracious and he seemed to enjoy it almost as much as I did.
As the last tremors wracked my body, I slumped over the arm of the sofa, gasping for breath. I grunted as King lifted me off of him and shifted me to the side so he could sit up.
Limp, I watched as his hand stroked down his hard cock and felt another shudder run down my spine. Deliberately, he stroked himself again and I felt my mouth water. I didn’t have a problem with giving head, but I’d never wanted to taste a man so badly before.
Slightly disappointed, I continued to observe him as he rolled a condom down the length of his dick.
“Come here, darlin’.” He grabbed my hip and pulled me over his lap until I straddled him. His face got close to mine. “I can see you wanna return the favor, baby, but I don’t have the patience for that right now. I want you to ride me hard and fast, okay?”
I nodded, wincing as his palm met my ass again. It didn’t hurt, but it did startle me. I rose up on my knees and slid him inside me, lowering myself until he filled me completely.
Then I did what he demanded and rode him hard and fast.
After he managed to wring another orgasm out of me, King finally came too.
He also wasn’t lying when he said he wasn’t done with me. He made me come so many times that I was sore and raw.
Finally, after one in the morning, I rolled off the couch and staggered over to the desk where most of my clothes were piled.
“What are you doing?” he rasped, his voice hoarse.
“I need to go home. I have to work tomorrow.”
I crouched down to pick up my panties and slide them up my legs. It took me a second to locate my bra under the pile of fabric on the desktop. I’d just finished clasping it when his arms came around my waist.
“I told you I wasn’t done with you,” he murmured against my neck.
“I have to go, King. I need to get a couple hours of sleep. I can’t risk being late tomorrow, I have a meeting at work I can’t miss.”
He squeezed me closer for a split second before he released me. I pulled on my skirt, zipping it down the center, and tugged my sweater over my head. I didn’t bother with my thigh highs and slid my bare feet into my boots.
I stuffed my stockings into my bag and turned to find King fully dressed and watching me, tucking his cell phone into his back pocket.
“Ready?” he asked.
“I can just call a cab,” I offered.
King’s face hardened. “You can, but you won’t. You’re going to sit your ass in my truck and let me drive you home.”
“King-”
He moved quickly, one second he was across the room from me and in the blink of an eye he was in my face. “Okay, Jena. I figured out a coupla things tonight. First, you like arguing with me. For whatever reason, it gets you off. Most of the time, I’ll let you get by with it, but not when it comes to something like your safety. There’s no way in hell I’m letting you take a cab home alone at one o’clock in the morning.”