CHAPTER 50 Ford Bradley
Feels Like Forever
“I love you, too,” I murmur, and my mouth finds hers again. Our kiss turns urgent in a matter of mere seconds, my tongue delving into her mouth and claiming what’s mine, what’s been missing for far too long even though it’s only been a week since we were last together.
I need her. I crave her. I want her right here, right now.
Her office is a disaster. Folders are all over the floor. I counted six cups on her desk.
But there’s a door, and it has a lock, and we’re going to make up right now. I walk her backward into her office, and we’re both standing on something. A pile of papers, maybe. She doesn’t seem overly concerned, and she doesn’t stop kissing me as she reaches around me to push the door shut.
She pulls back. “Sorry about the mess. I’m cleaning out my office.”
“I see that. Can I help?” I’m trying to be gentlemanly here. Cleaning out an office at this moment in time is about the lowest priority on my list. Getting Tatum naked and filling her cunt with my cock ranks somewhere around priority one.
“Later,” she says, and she pulls out her desk chair, pushes me down onto it, and straddles my lap. “I need you to fuck me now.”
Fuck.
“I’d love nothing more than to fuck you now.”
We’re both in jeans. There are too many clothes in the way, but she just asked for it.
I want to kiss her, too. I want to revel in the feel of her soft skin as she cups my jaw in her hands and kisses me in that soft, sweet way she does that’s still somehow lined with this carnal need that we both ignored for far too long because it wasn’t our time.
But it’s our time now.
I shift my hips up, and she moans as she gyrates over me.
She must feel how hard I am for her because she moves all the way off me. She grabs her phone and hits play on her playlist, and she flips the lock on her door. She looks across the small space at me, and I think for a split second she might give me the sort of dance that will live on in my dreams.
Instead, she reaches for the hem of her shirt, pulls it over her head, unhooks her bra, and tosses it to the floor. She shimmies out of her jeans and panties, kicking her shoes off as she slides her clothes down her legs, and then she’s back in front of me, but this time completely naked.
“You’re so goddamn gorgeous,” I say, my mouth watering as my eyes flick to her tits.
My cock pulses painfully in my jeans, hot and hard as I wait for her next move.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” she says, and she moves toward me.
She straddles me again, and she starts to shift her hips over mine.
She’s moaning, and I think she’s catching a rough spot on my jeans with her clit because she tosses her head back in ecstasy.
It only serves to shove her tits closer to my face, and I suck one of her nipples into my mouth.
My cheeks hollow as I suck hard on the already tight bud, and I run my tongue back and forth across the tip. She moans louder at the feel, her hips moving wildly, and I let go of my hold on her tit and reach down between us to slide a finger inside her cunt.
“You’re so wet,” I murmur, my eyes flicking up to watch the show in front of me.
Her moan turns to a cry, and I feel her pussy as it clenches onto me, greedy and wanting.
“Fuck, I need to be inside you,” I mutter.
“Yes,” she cries breathlessly. “Fuck me, Ford. Fuck me now.”
I pull my finger out, quickly work my jeans button and zipper, pull my cock out, and aim it up at her. She seats herself down on me, sliding right over my cock as I enter her perfect cunt.
She stills, our eyes meeting erotically for a beat before she starts to move in earnest. Up and down, with our eyes connected, and the intimacy from it is un-fucking-real as we form this connection unlike any I’ve had before.
It feels like forever.
I rest my hands under her ass, and I inch a finger over until I push into the tight hole back there. She gasps, and her eyes darken as I pump my finger in and out of her ass in time with the way her body moves over mine.
“Oh my God,” she screams. “Yes, oh God, I love it when you’re touching my ass.”
“I’m going to fuck this ass next,” I growl.
“Please,” she whimpers. “It’s yours to fuck.”
Jesus Christ. Her words set me on fire, and my body responds as fire bursts from my veins and into my blood. I start to come inside her, my body betraying me without warning. I growl her name through it as I erupt, pushing her into her own climax.
She cries out a string of incoherent words as I shove my finger further into her ass, and her body explodes into convulsions just as I start to come down from my own high.
I keep pumping into her, and I reach in front to rub her clit as I take her tit back in my mouth, sparking every erogenous zone I possibly can as her orgasm carries on and on and on.
Eventually she collapses against my shoulder, worn and spent, and she’s panting as she tries to catch her breath.
“Welcome to Vegas,” she teases.
“Good to be here,” I tease back, and I press a soft kiss to the side of her neck.
It doesn’t matter where in the world she is. Vegas, Chicago, Tampa, hell, the fucking middle of nowhere. I’ll be there.
No matter what.
It may have been a snap decision that landed us here, but it doesn’t matter. It was the start of our forever.