Chapter 41
forty-one
All I can do is drink her in as Reyna bares herself to me completely. Her cunt glistens with a combination of her cum and my saliva, and it’s taking everything in me not to wrap my hand around her throat and shove my cock deep inside her.
Her white-blond hair shimmers in the moonlight streaming through my office window. An emotion I’m not ready to address tightens something in my chest as I position myself between her legs.
Eyes glazed with lust, she reaches for me, and I give in. Leaning down, my lips meet hers. Softly at first, but it takes only a few seconds before my carnal instincts kick in and our tongues are in a battle of wills. Sliding and twisting. Teeth nipping before she sucks my tongue into her mouth.
Jesus. A second ago, my cock was rock hard, but now it’s hard as steel. Pre-cum leaks from the tip as I drag my lips down the side of her neck, pausing to bite the soft place where it meets her shoulder.
She moans when I sweep my tongue over the bite, soothing the sting as I shift, notching my dick at her entrance. She’s so fucking wet, the head of my cock slips easily through her slick folds.
I grit my teeth, fighting the urge to slam home. My abs clench, every muscle in my body screaming at me to take, claim, ruin.
“Logan,” she groans, voice breaking on my name. “Fucking get inside me already.”
The combination of my name and her dirty words snaps whatever restraint I had left, and I shove inside her in one brutal thrust.
Her mouth falls open in a silent scream, eyes going wide as I bottom out. The heat of her swallows me whole, clenching around my cock like a vise. Fuck. She’s tight. So tight it almost hurts.
“Jesus Christ,” I hiss through clenched teeth, forehead dropping to hers. “You feel like fucking heaven, Angel.”
Her nails dig into my shoulders, blunt and desperate, as her body stretches around me. I give her a second—just one—to adjust before I pull back and drive in again.
Broken moan spilling from her lips, she arches into me and I swallow it whole, tongue sweeping against hers as my hips find a punishing rhythm. Each thrust rocks the desk, sweeping pens and papers scattering to the floor with every snap of my hips.
I watch her face in awe, unbridled lust coursing through my veins.
Her lips are swollen, cheeks flushed, eyes glassy with pleasure.
She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, spread out beneath me like a goddamn offering.
How the hell I managed to talk myself out of her for so damn long is beyond me.
Hand collaring her neck, I press my thumb into the hollow of her throat, reveling in how her pulse hammers against it.
“Look at me.”
Blue eyes flutter open, locking onto mine.
My other hand palms her breast, fingers squeezing the soft, heavy weight of it. Her nipple pebbles against my palm, and I roll it between my thumb and forefinger, pulling a sharp gasp from her lips.
“Such a good angel for me,” I growl, increasing my pace. The desk squeaks in protest as I fuck into her harder, deeper. “Take my cock, Angel. Take every fucking inch.”
Her thighs clamp around my hips, heels digging into my ass as she meets me thrust for thrust. The wet, filthy sound of our bodies slapping together echoes off the walls, mixing with her breathless little moans and my ragged breathing.
Gently tightening my grip on her throat—just enough to make her eyes go wide—I almost come from how her pupils are blown so black I can barely see the blue. Her cunt clenches around my cock, and I groan, my balls drawing up tight.
“You like that?” I rasp, thumb pressing harder against her pulse point. “You like when I take what’s mine?”
“Yes,” she mewls. “Yes...” Thrust. “...sir.”
The title sends a bolt of electricity straight down my spine. My hips snap harder, driving into her with enough force to push her further up the desk. Papers crinkle, more pens clatter to the floor, and I could give a single shit.
I can feel her getting close, inner walls fluttering around my cock, breathing ragged, muscles tensing like she’s about to milk me dry. I shift my angle just enough to grind against that special spot inside her.
“There it is,” I grunt, watching her face contort, eyes rolling back with pleasure. “Right there. Come hard for me, Angel.”
Her mouth falls open, but no sound comes out. Her whole body goes rigid, back bowing off the desk as her orgasm tears through her. Her cunt clenches around me in rhythmic pulses, so tight I have to grit my teeth to keep from coming.
But no way am I done with her yet.
The second her climax starts to fade, I pull out, grip her hips and flip her over, bending her over the desk. The deep red fabric of her dress pools around her waist, exposing her perfect ass and the swollen, glistening pussy between her thighs.
My cock throbs, howling at me to get back inside her. She’s dripping, her cum leaking down her inner thighs. I run my palm over the curve of her ass, before giving it a smack, hard enough to leave a mark.
Panting, she looks at me over her shoulder. Her eyes are still hazy, lips parted. The clip that was in her hair has come undone, leaving her hair falling in a messy curtain around her face.
I line myself up again, pressing in only about half an inch. “Tell me what you want.”
“You,” she whispers. “I want you. All of you.”
Something cracks open in my chest—something I’ve kept locked down for years. I drive into her, burying myself in one savage thrust. She cries out, scrambling for purchase as I set a relentless pace.
This angle is deeper. More intense. I can feel every inch of her wrapped around me, hot and tight and impossibly wet.
Grabbing her flailing hands, I pin them behind her back with one of mine so I can use them as leverage to drive even deeper.
When her moans get louder, more desperate, I know she’s close again. I slide my hand between her legs, fingers finding her clit.
She’s so sensitive she jerks, a broken sob tearing from her throat as I circle the swollen bud. She gasps and moans, pushing back against me, fucking herself on my cock.
“You can take it,” I growl. “You’re gonna come again. Right...” I pinch her clit. “...Now.”
Her second orgasm splinters, her whole body shaking as she clenches and pulses around my cock. The sight of her coming undone—back arched, ass knocking against my hips, face twisted in ecstasy—propels me over the edge.