Her fingers wrapped around my still rock-hard cock. Jesus. So much for me telling her to leave. She dragged her hand up over the crown. There was little hope of me getting rid of her, not while she was so expertly squeezing and pulling. I gave in and glanced over to find her staring back at me, studying me as if she was trying to work out a crossword clue.
“Got a condom?”
This was a bad idea. “Yes,” I said as I reached across to my night table.
She straddled me and took the latex from me. “This is Vegas, right?” she asked.
“Vegas?” I asked as she sheathed my cock, squeezing tightly as she reached the bottom.
“This room. It’s Vegas. What happens here, stays here.” She positioned my cock at her entrance. “You agree? Maybe if we do this, I can stop hating you. You can just be my boss.”
At the moment I’d have agreed to cut off both my legs with a blunt knife, but I liked what she was saying. That after whatever it was we were doing, everything would go back to normal or better than normal—how things should be.
“Vegas,” I replied and she sank onto my dick, inch by inch. I squeezed my hands into fists to stop myself from grabbing her hips and slamming her onto me. My jaw tightened as Harper threw her head back and steadied herself. Using her hands on my chest, she sank down a little more.
“So good,” she whispered. “So, so deep.”
Jesus, how was I supposed to just lie here and take this? It was too much. I needed to be the one who set the pace, or I’d be coming in less than ten seconds.
Her hair fell around her shoulders, and I reached up, pushing it behind her back, wanting nothing to interrupt my view of her high, tight breasts or her pink, swollen nipples jutting out, begging for attention. I pulled at them, one then the other, and she quivered before crashing down on me as far as she would go. She was perfect, far better than I’d imagined and I’d thought about her plenty, wondered what she’d look like above me, naked, legs open, eyes hazy with lust. She was so tight around me that instinct took over, and before I gave her a chance to ride me I flipped her over onto her back and pushed in farther.
“No more,” I said. “I’ve had enough of your constant daily teasing.” I didn’t know if she meant to be provocative. She wasn’t obvious about it in the way a lot of women were. Her clothes weren’t flashy or particularly tight; she didn’t flirt or even try to make conversation with me. I pulled out and started to fuck her now that I finally had her under me, naked. Each time I thought pushing in would get easier, that she wouldn’t be quite so tight, so delicious, but every time I was wrong. She was exceeding each one of the fantasies I’d had about her.
Her hands wrapped around my upper arms, her fingers so tiny they were fascinating. I wanted to pause for a second to ensure they were real, but my headboard smashing against the wall pulled my focus back to wanting to make her come. She looked so perfect, so completely beautiful and if we only had tonight, I was going to have to make it count.
I wanted to go farther, deeper, faster.
I needed to mark her, own her, climb inside her.
It was as if every inappropriate image I’d buried deep in my brain had escaped and come to life.
I lifted one of her legs higher, desperate to be closer. I could tell by the way she opened her mouth slightly wider that the change in angle ratcheted up the pleasure for us both. I dipped my head down to kiss her, and she greedily took my tongue. Despite giving me no sign in the office, she touched me as though I’d lived in her fantasies just as she’d lived in mine. There was a knowingness between us, a familiarity that was unnerving but at the same time I wanted to savor it.
She reached between us and squeezed the base of my cock. I almost exploded. I had to pause.
“You’re such an asshole.” She grinned and wiped sweat from my brow with her fingertips.
“You seem obsessed with that concept. Perhaps we should try your asshole out next and see if it cures you.”
“You wouldn’t dare.” She pushed her hips up to meet mine, and I raised my eyebrow.
“Wouldn’t I?” I asked. “This is Vegas. Anything goes.”
“Shut up and concentrate on fucking me.”
I loved that mouth, the way it called me names, the way it called my name.
She needed to be taught a lesson.
“I’m thinking about nothing else.” I pushed into her and her eyes half shut. I started thrusting deeper and deeper, nailing her to the mattress, wanting to make it good, needing to feel her around me. I sat back on my knees, pulling her up onto my thighs, taking the opportunity to watch her breasts bounce with every thrust.