Chapter 32
Thirty-Two
Jace
My control is shredded.
She’s so fucking beautiful.
And she came to my office.
And she worried about me.
And she’s wearing the sexiest set of underwear I have ever seen—black lace and so fucking skimpy it barely covers anything.
Through that sheer fabric, I can see the rosy buds of her nipples, the plump pink lips of her pussy.
And in between…it’s nothing but miles and miles of naked skin.
Her mouth parts on an exhale, the pink growing on her cheeks, spreading down along her chest.
But then she slowly turns around, giving me a glimpse of the back of her G-string.
I curse, take a step toward her, wanting to rip that tiny scrap of fabric off, to spread her legs, and plunge deep inside.
Patience.
I haven’t even touched her yet.
I need to make this good for her.
Because it’s fucking great for me right about now.
I trail a finger around the tiny strip of elastic that makes up the back of her panties, following it over the curve of one cheek and then the other.
“I imagined you doing this when I put them on this morning.”
I keep tracing, dipping down into the cleft.
She gasps softly, spreads her legs, and I take the silent message, moving down and in, sliding my fingers through her slick pussy.
“Jace,” she moans.
A flick to her clit, and then I’m slipping my hand free, undoing the clasp of her bra, cupping both of her breasts, massaging the soft globes, rolling the buds of her nipples, watching that ass bounce as her hips buck and she tries to seek purchase against me.
Something I don’t allow, not quite yet.
Because if I do, this will all be over far too fast.
So, I work her breasts and I watch her ass, and eventually I kiss my way down her spine, kneeling behind her, drawing her underwear down her legs.
“Jace,” she whispers, starting to turn.
“Hands on that desk, gorgeous.”
A jerk, her hips bucking.
“Good,” I croon. “Now spread your legs.”
Her inhale is sharp, my name tumbling off her lips again.
And then those legs inch apart.
I’m the one saying her name now. I lean closer, drag a finger through that slick heat.
“Such a pretty pussy,” I croon. “Do you want me to lick it?”
“ Jace.” She shifts back, inching closer to my face, silently telling me she wants my mouth there.
“Mmm.” I dip another finger in, circle her entrance. “Why don’t you ask me nicely to lick this slick cunt of yours, gorgeous? And then I’ll decide whether or not you’ve been good enough for you to come on my tongue.”
Another tremble. Another “ Jace .”
But I don’t give us what we both want.
Not until she spreads her legs an inch further and then asks, “Will you lick my pussy until I come, handsome?”
“Hmm.” Another slow trail of my finger.
But I’m already leaning in.
And I’m tasting her—the soft, floral musk of her, the slick, slick evidence of her desire. I slide my tongue inside, feel the walls of her cunt already spasming, and reach my hand forward, rolling my thumb over her clit, pressing firmly enough for her to cry out and jerk against me. I don’t stop, just help her ride the edge of the pleasure, driving her higher, knowing it’s not going to be long before I get to hear her fall apart, get to be inside her, get to?—
“Jace!”
She grinds her pussy back against my face, rides my fingers and my tongue.
Her moan is long and drawn out, her gorgeous body slumping as she lays flat on my desk, that plump ass in the air.
I slowly leave her, trailing my hands over her body, just watching her.
So fucking beautiful.
And mine.
Something I know with absolute certainty when she slowly lifts her head, glancing at me over her shoulder. “Is it time for me to give an order now?” she asks lazily.
I grin, even though my dick is so hard it could pound nails. “Depends on what that order is, cookie.”
Her eyes fill with mischief.
And heat.
“Fuck me, Jace. Hard and fast and?—”
I’m moving before I realize, shoving my pants down, stepping between her legs, thrusting home and?—
I groan.
She hisses out a breath.
“Too much?”
“No, handsome,” she says softly. “Just right.” She arches against me, taking me deeper, and…
It’s over then.
My attempts at control, at going slow, at making this last even longer.
I fuck her, the aforementioned hard and fast, adding in deep and rough and not stopping as my orgasm flies toward me. Because she’s there too, hot and slick, moaning my name, thrusting back against me, as mindless in seeking pleasure as I am.
Then it’s on me, and thankfully, she’s right there with me, coming apart moments after me, drawing out my pleasure until I’m barely standing.
And then I’m not on my feet any longer.
I’m slowly collapsing to the floor, thankfully with enough presence of mind to gather her against me and cradle her close as we make our descent.
It’s not until our breaths slow and my head stops spinning before she speaks again.
“Next time I get to give the orders.”
And even though I had an orgasm that all but split me in half, I find that I’m laughing.