Chapter Eleven
Marley
I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about this once or twice… or a million times over the past eight years. Some nights, the thoughts of this were what got me through. I always felt guilty about it, but I convinced myself that people fantasize about all kinds of things. This was no different.
Trouble is, deep down, I knew it was. My body knew it too. Too bad I wasn’t listening to my body. I think it’ll baffle me for a really long time at how long I was with a man like Richard, at how many years I wasted, but right now, I’m living in the moment.
I rock up against Tex’s face, scrubbing my sensitive pussy against his beard as he growls and grabs my hips, feasting on me as though it’s the first time he’s eaten in years.
Why is he so perfect? Not only his looks, but his soul too. I swear he’s the last good man on the planet. The last man who wants to treat a woman like a woman. The last man who wants the kind of love that feels old-fashioned and warm.
My breath catches as he slides his fingers back inside of me, his tongue twisting circles around my clit.
“Oh my God,” I moan and lift my hips off the desk, grinding against him over and over again. “You’re so good at that.”
He sits up, his face glistening, his fingers still inside of me. “You’re easy to eat.” His voice is deep, and as his broad shoulders rise from between my legs, I nearly come at the sight of him. He’s so big, so masculine, so perfect.
“You’re beautiful, honey. Now tell me where you belong.” He lifts me from the desk, my knees shaking as he sets me down in front of him.
“I belong with you,” I say with pride in my words. “I’m yours.”
“Good girl,” he growls. “Now say it on your knees with my cock in your mouth.”
Yes, yes, yes! I’m going to explode. My clit is literally twitching.
I bend down to my knees and stare up at my giant.
The guy who’s always kept me safe. The guy who’s looked out for me, even miles away.
Then I slide his cock into my mouth, letting the thickness spread my lips wide until I’m gagging on his length.
“Good girl. Take it all.” He thrusts into my mouth, bucking forward as I hum onto his dick, my eyes watering.
“Right there,” he groans as he thrusts in and out of my mouth. “Suck it just like that, honey.” He holds his hand in my hair as I work. “Oh fuck. You’ve gotta stop or you’re gonna have a mouthful.”
He pulls back and bends down in one fluid motion, lifting me up from the ground like a rag doll before bending me over the dark wood desk with a possession in his touch I can’t get enough of.
“Spread your legs for me. Show me all the parts of you I’m about to explore.” He tucks his hand down first and presses over my pussy, feeling the wetness before landing his cock against my entrance.
My toes, barely touching the floor, curl up as he edges in.
“Oh damn,” I sigh and stay bent forward, his touch throwing me back and forth against the smooth wood, my nipples rubbing against the grain. A moment later, a pinch of discomfort echoes through my body and the full length of him presses in.
“That’s a good girl,” he growls, “taking all of me. You want me to fill you up?”
I whimper out a reply that sounds like yes as he rails me over and over again, bringing me back to the days we used to spend in this office with the door locked, people less than ten feet away.
We were freaks together, and now, I have no idea why I ever ended it.
“Good, then I want to feel you come first. You come, and I’ll fill your little body up with babies.”
I dig my teeth into my bottom lip, and suddenly I’m dizzy. I’m so damn dizzy and turned on.
He grips my ass with one hand then reaches into my hair, lifting the top of my body off the desk. “Come on. Let’s feel all that come on my cock. You know I need it.”
I love how filthy he is, how feral he can get.
Pressure rises in my stomach and lands between my legs before I let go of everything and drown myself in every filthy sensation. My body convulses around his cock, and I scream out in relief as his thrusts slow.
I figure he’s about to come too, but before he does, he flips me over and presses in again, this time looking straight at me. “Eyes on me. Don’t look away, honey. You got it?”
I nod and stare at him, watching the way his dark eyes hood as his balls slap against me, wet and fevered.
Then without warning, his face twists up, he thrusts in one final time and empties inside of me.
“Fuck.” He growls and grips my hips, the heat from his fingertips forcing pressure in all the right places. “You’re so goddamn tight.”
Every rasp from his voice pulses my core tighter around his cock, and though I don’t know if I could actually take anymore, I want it. I want him again… right now.
He pulls from inside of me with a grunt, and on instinct, I hop down from the desk, drop to my knees, and suck his cock, cleaning off the mess we’ve made.
“Oh my God.” He runs his fingers through my hair slowly. “What the fuck? Why did we stay away from each other so long?”
I lick off his dick and stare up at him. “Not sure but I’m glad you’re here now.”
This isn’t a dream this time.
I follow his touch up toward my office chair where he sits and invites me on top of him. This room has never been known for its warmth, but right now, you’d think we were in the middle of a rainforest the way our bodies are sticking together.
We don’t say anything for a long while. We just sit. I’m not sure how long we’re there, but the heating vent turns on, I see Bookmark making his rounds outside the door, and the pattern of light goes from one side of the windows to the next. For the first time in a really long time, I’m at peace.
I’m at peace despite not knowing if the bookstore will close its doors come February, or if Tex is onto something with the destination cluster.
Either way, I know right here, in this man’s lap, is where I’m meant to be, and that somehow makes every other detail in my life a little easier to swallow.