Chapter 6 #2
“So what the hell are you waiting for?” she muttered against my mouth.
“I’m yours.” Her last words took me past the edge of control.
I took hold of her hand and pulled her along to the desk.
I spun her around so her back was to me.
It was hard to hold back my strength when I was feeling like this, nearly out of my mind with wanting her.
I reached forward and grabbed her wrists and braced her hands on the desk.
I grabbed her hips and positioned her so that her smooth, round ass jutted out toward me.
I shoved my foot between her feet and urged her legs apart.
I leaned back to look at her bent down over the desk, her pussy and ass begging to be fucked. “God, baby, just looking at you like this is going to make me come right here on this office floor.”
“Don’t you fucking dare.” The despair in her tone made my chest and cock ache.
I walked up behind her and reached around, pressing one hand between her legs.
My fingers curled through the moisture pooling in her pussy.
I stroked her clit. She responded with a soft moan that made my cock strain to be inside of her.
Using the hand between her legs, I lifted her ass higher, putting her pussy at just the right position.
I couldn’t hold back any longer. “Hang on, baby.”
She gasped with anticipation, a sound which turned to a cry of pleasure as I jammed my rigid cock inside of her.
Instead of moving with me, she moved her ass against me, bracing herself hard against the desk to receive the full impact of my thrusts.
It was one of the things that made me nuts for her, no matter how hard I gave, she always wanted more. As if she couldn’t get enough of me.
She closed her thighs around my hand, wanting more pressure on her clit.
I had to take my mind off my cock and keep it focused on her or I would be done before she came.
With my free hand, I reached down between our bodies and pushed my finger into the tight hole of her ass.
A low, appreciative mewl rolled from her mouth.
I rocked against her, and she took me in deeper with each thrust. Her body trembled beneath me, and she moved feverishly against my assault. “Yes, Hunter, fuck yes!” She clenched her thighs around my hand as her pussy climaxed around my cock milking me even closer to the edge of no return.
She softened in my grasp and whimpered as I continued to push against her. Her arms were no longer able to hold her up.
I pulled my hands free from her pussy and ass and, reluctantly, pulled my cock free as well.
Weak, tiny sounds of exhaustion came from her lips as I wrapped my arms around her waist and hauled her back against my chest. “I’ve got you, baby.
I need you in my arms.” It was always like that when we were together.
When I held her it felt as if I was holding her heart and soul in my arms. There was no existence past the girl in my arms and that was what had me so fucking scared.
I wanted her without question, but the idea of ever losing her was too much to think about.
Everyone in fucking town was scared shitless of me, yet I was a big fucking coward when it came to Amy.
She spun around in my arms and crumpled against me. “I’m defenseless when I’m in your grasp, Hunter.” She peered up at me with glossy eyes. “I should hate that. I should hate being so vulnerable, and yet, all I want to do is melt into your arms.”
I lowered my face and kissed her gently.
My cock was so tight, so erect, I could hardly walk, but I swept her into my arms and carried her to the couch, exercising the last bit of control I had left.
I lowered her down and braced my hands on the couch so as not to crush her beneath me.
“Give me your pussy again, baby. Take me all the way this time.”
She reached back behind the arm of the couch and grabbed hold as she lifted her legs up and around my waist. I pushed inside of her, and seconds after my cock was sheathed in the warmth of her moist pussy, I came in a long pulsing wave of ecstasy. It took awhile for our ragged breathing to ease.
I pulled her around next to me and held her tightly against me on the small couch.
She always felt so small, so frail in my arms that sometimes I was convinced that I’d just imagined her, that I’d just conjured up this wild, funny, beautiful girl in my fantasy.
But she was all too real, and the potential for heartbreak between us was so fucking daunting it seemed the only way for me to survive was to freeze my heart against her.
It was what I’d been doing for years, and it had worked .
. . so far. No commitment from a man who had a dirty, fucked up past and who had done little to turn things around.
I didn’t have a damn thing to offer her. She deserved so much more.
She was quiet as she kept her face pressed against my chest.
“Hey, you all right?” I squeezed her. “I’ll help you clean up out there.”
She nodded but hadn’t lifted her face to look at me. “Baby? Everything all right?”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” she said as she lifted her face from me. I knew from her tone that she wasn’t fine.
“Street?”
“I’m good. Let me get dressed. Then I’ll take you up on the offer of helping me close up.”