35. Michaela #2
“I’m horny as fuck and I want you so damn much, I can’t think straight, kitten.” He sweetens the pot.
There’s nothing but lust in his hazel-blue eyes. “Waiting until later isn’t a consideration.”
Oh. My. God.
It’s unfathomable how he feels about me.
No one has ever wanted me with this much intense fervor.
He reaches out and brushes the back of his fingers against my breast. “Tell me you want me as much as I want you.”
God, the man’s raspy voice has an effect on me.
I release a harsh breath, but it doesn’t have anything to do with trepidation or nerves. Not even close. I should be ashamed at how fast my body––and mind––switches gears.
How can I crave him this much?
“I want you. I need you.”
He pushes off the desk and crushes his lips against mine.
Good God.
The smoldering kiss intensifies, kicking up a storm of low moans from both of us.
When he pulls away from me, I claw at him because I don’t want this kiss to ever end.
Phoenix spins me around.
“I want to fuck you on your desk—my cock pumping your sweet pussy and your ass full with my new gift.” He grips the back of my neck and presses my body down until my breasts touch the desk.
I gasp, stumbling on my heels, but he steadies me.
“Do you trust me?”
I’m thrown off by this new level of supreme alpha badassness. His dominance is my drug. I want him to stick his big, fat cock deep inside me while he explores my ass. And, by God, I don’t want to wait.
I drag my tongue across my lips, clenching my ass cheeks in anticipation. “Yes, I trust you.”
He kicks my feet apart.
His hands drift down to the hem of my skirt before lifting it and exposing me in the middle of my office.
I draw in a sharp breath when he yanks up the fabric to my waist. I shiver all over, trembling from the yearning skittering up and down my body.
His fingers find what they were looking for––my lace thong. He brushes his languorous fingers across my pussy.
“Fuck. Me. My beautiful wife’s pussy is dripping. My filthy, perfect wife.”
“You make me so wet, I can’t stand it.”
“Hearing that makes me even harder.”
Phoenix curls his fingers around the fabric of my thong and rips it apart, granting him full access to my needy pussy.
I gasp.
Dear God, this is kinky.
“I can smell your desire, kitten. You’re desperate for my big cock.”
Fuck, I’m getting off on this naughty play. “I am.”
I wiggle my ass against him as he holds me down, gyrating my hips like a bitch in heat.
He’s so hard, so mouth-wateringly hard.
I grunt.
“Patience, kitten.” His gruff voice rolls across my skin. “You’ll get my cock soon enough.” He lifts his body off mine, and already I miss his warmth. “Don’t move.”
“Okay.”
The hiss of Phoenix’s zipper sounds ten times louder in the quiet office. The cool air caresses my exposed, bare ass, but it does little to lessen the raging inferno burning inside me, the hammering beats of my heart, making me anticipate his touch—and his cock.
He caresses my ass cheeks and takes a deep breath.
When his finger rims my asshole, my body writhes on the desk.
“You’re not going anywhere, kitten.” He clamps his free hand against my back. “You’re about to find out what it’s like to be fucked with both your holes filled.”
A rush of juices floods my pussy, trickling down my thighs.
He grips my hips and pulls me down, lining my hipbones flush with the edge of the desk. He coats my asshole with lube. I welcome the cool sensation of the slick liquid.
Lining up his cockhead, he slides the tip between my pussy lips, teasing me mercilessly before delving into my slickness.
I hold my breath and close my eyes.
He tortures me like this for a few blissful long seconds before pulling his cock out, tapping it against my ass.
“Nice and easy.” He eases the butt plug inside my ass.
I squirm.
“Relax,” he says.
I continue to shake as he pushes past the tight ring of my ass.
This is much bigger than his fingers.
The length of his hard-like-steel cock rams into my pussy, his fingers digging into my skin. Surprise washes over me when he inserts the last few inches of the butt plug into my ass.
Jesus.
The pressure knocks the air out of me and it takes everything in me not to writhe on the desk.
Pain and pleasure course through me at lightning speed.
Nothing could’ve prepared me for this ecstasy.
My mouth is wide open, but my scream is silent, my heart thundering against my chest.
“Christ. You’re so tight with the plug in your ass, I may never want to pull out.”
Blinding pleasure takes over when he dominates me, fucking in and out of my pussy like a man possessed. I clench my ass muscles around the toy, drawing it in even deeper.
Phoenix responds by fucking me harder.
And harder.
And harder.
At this rate, this desk isn’t going to make it.
There’s no stopping my husband as he takes me fast and furious, plunging his cock in with full abandonment.
He ratchets up this hedonistic fuck by spanking my ass with every third thrust, a reminder he controls this ride. His hunger is savage. Almost barbaric. I fucking love it.
“Oh God.” I jerk up, taking several ragged deep breaths.
Phoenix had his finger in my ass before, but being double stuffed like this is different. The way his huge girth stretches my desperate pussy while the toy fills my ass is sinful. I’m so aroused, I swear my juices must be coating the desk.
In and out.
In and out.
My desire spins out of control. I’m nothing more than a mess of small pleas and low moans.
He leans into me, pressing his chest against my back. “You. Belong. To. Me,” he says near my ear, thrusting into me with each word. His shirt is unbuttoned and feeling the warmth of his chest heightens all my senses.
“I belong to you.”
“Don’t you ever forget it.”
“I won’t.”
“And I belong to you.”
I’m caught off guard.
My heart stops for a beat.
I soak in his words, relishing them.
“You belong to me, Phoenix.”
“Fuck, yeah, kitten.”
I fight a smile threatening to cross my face.
“Now give me what I want.” Sweet Phoenix just left the building. My demanding, domineering husband is back.
If I thought he was fucking me hard before, I was wrong.
Phoenix transforms into a power machine. I feel every inch of his long, thick cock as he slams inside me so hard, I’m shoved up the desk, my feet leaving the ground.
Oh. Oh. Oh.
What a beast.
And if I don’t love every second of it.
With every savage thrust, I become a little more delirious. “Take me. Take all of me.”
“Damn right. I’m taking what’s mine.”
I said that out loud?
He bites the back of my neck.
My pussy tingles as anguish turns into sheer ecstasy, and another intense round of electricity skitters into every part of me.
Phoenix curses low in his throat, driving into me with determination while he presses my face against the desk with more resolve. The cold metal sensation of his titanium wedding ring against my cheek makes me wetter.
My husband, the consummate lover.
I arch my back, jutting my hips up.
I’m there. Oh, fuck, I’m there.
I squeeze my legs together. Trapping my swollen clit between my pussy lips, I choke on a breath. Stars now float in front of my eyes, and I shudder as my orgasm rips through me.
“Yes, oh, yes?—”
Phoenix places a hand over my mouth, muffling my climactic cries.
I clench my pussy hard around his cock, forcing him to dive off the cliff with me. He pumps once, twice, three times into my quivering pussy, and he lets out a deep grunt as his body jerks forward. Hot cum spews deep inside me, filling me.
Branding me.
Claiming me from the inside out.
Marking me as his.
I clench my pussy hard, and I come again, my juices flowing down my legs.
God, each orgasm keeps getting better and better.
How is that even possible?
He places his forearms against the desk as he drops his weight on top of my body. I place my hands over his as an anchor.
Phoenix’s hot, labored breath tickles my skin, causing my pussy muscles to clench again.
I try to speak, but I can’t.
I can only focus on breathing.
For a few long beats, neither of us moves as the scent of raw and unbridled sex permeates in the office, filling my nostrils.
“I’m glad we never used condoms,” I say after a long while.
“Why’s that?”
“Feeling your cum shoot inside me is the hottest thing ever. Ditto for the way you grunt like a beast as you drive inside my pussy in punishing thrusts. The filthy sounds of your cock fucking my soaked pussy is so hedonistic. And, the sublime sensation of clenching hard against you, begging for more… God.”
He lets out a breathy little chuckle. “It’s amazing that hot-as-all-fuck rough sex gets you off like that.”
“Until you, I didn’t know those things turned me on,” I say. “I didn’t know I needed a man to take charge of all of me.”
Another long silence stretches between us.
“You were fucking made for me, kitten.”
I open my eyes. “I love you, Phoenix.” My brain is as foggy as my vision. That’s the only explanation for allowing that confession to escape from my lips.
No sooner do the words leave my mouth, I panic.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
What have I done?
I needed to keep my big mouth shut.
He doesn’t say a word.
Oh, God.
This is horrible.
Things were going so well. I fucked everything up.
Sure, we’ve agreed to explore things deeper, but blurting out those words is the kiss of death. It’s not like I can take them back.
Tick.
Tick.
Tick.
Long seconds stretch between us.
My anxiety grows to paralyzing proportions.
“I—I mean, I love the way you fuck me.” My pathetic attempt to save face is laughable.
In one swift movement, he pulls out of me, removes the butt plug from my ass, tosses it on the floor—where it lands near my destroyed thong—stands up, flips me over, and forces me to my feet.
My skirt falls into place, hiding any signs of misbehaving.
He yanks up his pants and boxer briefs before zipping and buckling up.
His black shirt is still open and his hair is a beautiful tousled mess.
“What did you just say?”
I bring my arms to my chest, crossing them at the wrist, almost as an armor. “I love the way you fuck me.”
He narrows his eyes at me. “No, smart ass, before that.”
I sweep a hand in front of my face. “I wasn’t thinking.”
“So, those words were meaningless?”
Err…
I avert my gaze.
“Michaela, I asked you a question.”
“Post-coital hormones took over my brain.” I let out a nervous laugh. “Don’t mind me. I was being silly.”
“So, you don’t love me?”
I open my mouth to lie and tell him he misunderstood, but nothing comes out.
“I guess I shouldn’t tell you I love you, too.”
My gaze snaps up to his.
My jaw drops and my eyelashes flutter so fast, I’m surprised I don’t start floating.
He rubs his thumb across my lips. “I love you, Michaela.” The conviction in his words breaks me.
“You do?”
He nods. “I love you, kitten.”
“Really?” It’s crazy to ask that question when this gorgeous man repeated his declaration three times.
“Really,” he says. “Somewhere along the line, this fake relationship became real for me.” He offers a warm smile. “You said the words first, but it doesn’t mean I don’t feel the same way you do.”
“This is surreal. We’ve only known each other for a short time.”
“So?”
“So…” I bore my eyes into his. “I’m happier than I ever thought I could be with a man I hated at first sight.”
He chuckles. “Same here, kitten. I’m happier than I ever thought I could be with a hellion.”
I smile, my cheeks reddening.
He bursts out laughing.
“What?”
“A month ago, you came barging into my office, spewing fire, swearing up and down you’d never become my wife, then you bolted out of here, leaving a trail of flames behind you. I’m surprised firefighters didn’t show up.”
I giggle.
“Look at you now, my little dragon. In love and all…”
“Guilty as charged.”
His expression turns serious.
He pulls me into his arms. “So we’re clear, I’m not letting you go, Mrs. Konig.”
“I can live with that, Mr. Konig.”
He presses his lips against mine in a scorching hot kiss, our tongues tangled, thrusting against each other.
It’s everything I need.
He’s everything I need.