“Mmm.”
“Damn it, tell me.”
“Yes, yes. I could ride your fingers all day. I’m going to come.” She tilted her head backward and gave into pleasure. He stood between her legs, fingering her, and she couldn’t hold back. She was about to climax.
“Not yet.” He stopped.
She clung to the desk, her G-spot so overstimulated her muscles clenched and unclenched. The sound of him unzipping his pants was all she needed to hear. She lifted her head, and he pushed her backward on the desk. He lifted her knees. He grazed his cock along her sensitized opening. She inhaled sharply and moaned.
“My turn.” He pushed forward with one single, hard thrust and pulled back on her knees as he plunged deep inside her. She was ready for him when he slammed into her. He moved his hips, thrusting into her again and again as if fueled by unbridled lust. He hardened his lips into a jagged line. Then a thought slipped past her pleasure—would this moment become part of the rumor mill? She kept fighting the feelings of pleasure. What if this escapade discredited her? A fine time to reconsider her options. She closed her eyes, unable to dispel the thought that this would come back to haunt her. She was torn by wanting to give in to passion with the man she’d fantasized about for months and not knowing if her perfect fantasy might become an Achilles’ heel. She pressed her forehead against Thornton’s shoulder, digging her fingers into his arms. What she’d give to let go and let him deliver her into the realm of delicious sensation. For once she’d love to scream loud enough to bring the whole floor into her office.
He stopped moving. She opened her eyes and took in his arched brow and his hands on her hips. She stared back at him, uncertain of what to do. He cupped her cheek, feathering his fingers along her jaw. “Hey, don’t overthink this. I’ve finally got you where I want you and I intend to show you how much I’ve wanted this moment.”
She absorbed the heat pouring from his body, the expression in his eyes, and the curl of his beautiful mouth tempting her to take a chance. She might as well be standing on the ledge outside her office window for how hard her heart pounded.
“Give yourself to me.” He leaned over her and kissed her long and deep, his hard, wet cock pushing at her mound. Now, any attempt at distraction was impossible. He’d brought her to the brink of ecstasy, and she wanted to let go, give in to desire. She reached down to touch him.
“Shh, I’m in charge.” He laughed and gently flipped her onto her stomach.
He pressed opened her thighs, and she came up onto her forearms. His cock moved between her legs. He took hold of her, pulling her hips back toward him, and he plunged back inside her.
She moaned. She arched her bottom up against his body. His fierce expression flashed in her memory, but there was no use in fighting desire or the wicked lesson he was capably teaching her.
She bobbed her head rhythmically to the slamming of him against her bottom. “Oh. My. God.”
“Don’t come yet.” His voice was rough, hot, and demanding.
“No?” She was on the cusp of unraveling. She gripped the desk and gave into a spasm of pleasure. “I can’t.”
He pumped with greater force, as if used to taking what he wanted. He stopped, his breath ragged against her neck. He rubbed her buttocks. Cynthia barely held on to her refusal to explode. She wavered, slipping, wanting to give in to release as arousal overtook her, all the more potent with his cock poised, unmoving inside her.
“I said to wait, didn’t I?” He withdrew his cock and without warning his hand slapped against her ass with a resounding whack, crisp and loud. Heat mixed with pain spread out over her bottom. He slapped one cheek again and again. Her buttock was on fire. Tears sprang to her eyes.
He grabbed her hair, pins dropping onto the desk, flying onto the carpet, and he yanked, driving his rod back in her. She found no place to hide. He was forcing her to open, to let go and let him take care of her needs. He alternated between caressing her ass cheek to a hard-handed spank several more times until she lost count.
“No more,” she said.
“Quite right.”
“Please.” The shocking sensation of pain exhausted the emotional walls she had erected.
“Please what?” He chuckled. “How can I help you, Ms. Lewis?”
“Fuck me, dammit. Just do it.”
“As the lady wishes.”
He took her again and reached around to stoke her clit as he thrust. She tilted her hips up and experienced titillating ripples of ecstasy as he pumped against her. He showed her it was far better to receive than to run the show. What a lesson…what a teacher. She was freed by his control and unable to stop the mounting pleasure that lifted her so high, she had no choice but to free fall back down to Earth. She floated in the pleasure, and he continued to thrust his cock inside her.