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Michael
I ’m not letting her escape this time. I’d shut off my phone so there aren’t any interruptions, and sent Ms. Brown home. It’s just us, here in my office, and I’m not letting Brianna go.
She stops at the edge of the desk, unable to go any further. Her eyes smolder with need but she’s hesitating. I don’t want to push her. I want her to want me as much as I want her. I need it.
“You can trust me. We might fight but we’re in this together, right?” I ask.
Something flickers in her gaze. Understanding? Whatever it is, it’s that push she needed. That comfort that makes her believe there can be something between us.
She steps away from the desk and reaches for me. My composure breaks. I yank her into my arms, rough enough she gasps. Her body hits mine, soft and hard at the same time. Yielding. Hungry.
“Michael—”
“Tell me you want me.”
“I want you.”
I needed to hear those words, though there’s no doubt what she wants right now. Her hands are frantic, grasping at my neck to pull me in for a kiss. I nip her lip, then ease back, smiling when she whimpers and tries to pull me to her again.
“I need to take my time with this,” I say.
Her eyes are cloudy with desire. They focus on mine. “I can be…a very impatient woman.”
I grasp her wrists, clasping them together with one hand. “I’ll just have to show you how patient you can be, then.”
Her body quakes against mine. I understand her impatience. All I want right now is to plunge into her heat, feel how wet she is, and then thrust in and out of her until I’m blind with ecstasy. But then I’ll miss everything leading up to it. The feel of her breasts pressed against my bare chest. Her sharp gasp when I make her come. The spread of her legs as she welcomes me to her.
With my free hand, I undo the button on her jeans and draw down the zipper.
She kisses my jaw and her breath touches my cheek when she says, “I’m not feeling patient.”
I slip my hand inside her pants. “Better?”
“It’s—oh, God…” Her voice trails off as I reach her sweet spot.
Her slit is wet, leaking onto her panties, and I slide my fingers all the way down before curving one inside of her heat. She moans. The sound makes me rock hard. My dick strains against the zipper of my jeans, longing to be set free.
I release her wrists and she pounces immediately. Her mouth locks on mine and her fingers fumble with the button of my jeans. I remove my hand from her pants and pull off her shirt. We race each other, jerking and pulling at material and buttons, taking off items until we’re both in our underwear.
When I undo the latch of her bra, I take a step back to admire her. Her breasts are full and round, the perfect size for my hands.
“Damn,” I whisper, my gaze lingering on her nipples.
“I want your hands on me.” She leans down to remove her panties, and I do the same with my boxers.
There’s something forbidden but sexy about being completely naked in my office, Brianna standing in front of my desk and wet with wanting for me. I want to fuck her there, and on the couch, and then take her home and start all over again.
I step up to her and press my body to hers, indulging in a simple but arousing moment. Bare flesh against more hot, bare flesh.
Her nipples harden against my chest and her hair tickles my shoulder as she bows her head.
“God, you’re so warm,” she says. “You feel so good.”
I slide my hands down her arms and then nudge her back to the couch. I’m losing patience myself, needing her more and more each moment.
She leans back on the surface, limbs long and body ready for me, eyes dipping to my cock as it curves up, waiting to enter her.
I crawl on top of her, pinning her to the couch. She groans with pleasure and digs her fingers into the back of my hair.
When my cock presses into her hip, I tense a moment, my mind immediately going to protection. Then I remember the contract. We were both tested for diseases. And there are other measures in place that will prevent pregnancy. But still, I’m not used to being able to have that direct contact. It makes me want her even more.
“Everything okay?” she asks.
I grunt, not bothering to answer her because I’m already lowering my head to her breast, licking her nipple, and then pulling it with my teeth. Her breath yanks in, and she arches off the couch, pressing her body against mine. Her hips rise, urging me on.
My patience snaps. I grip her wrists again and pin them above her head. Then I press my knee between her thighs to spread them.
I take one long look at her, arms locked in my grip and body mine for the taking, before I slide my dick along her moistened entrance and ease into her.
Every centimeter is another level of bliss.
“You’re so tight,” I hiss. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
She spreads her legs even wider, letting me go deeper and deeper, until I’m completely buried inside of her hot center. I fit perfectly, so snug and warm I have to stop myself and take a breath or I’ll come too fast.
“Michael,” she whispers, chest moving up and down with deep breaths.
I lean down to kiss her, knowing she’s waiting just like I am for that release.
Then I begin moving my hips, swiveling them against hers to hit all the right spots. She shuts her eyes, hips pumping against mine in perfect rhythm.
“Yes,” she gasps. “Keep going.”
With her wrists still locked in my grip, all she can do is thrust her hips. It turns me on that she’s taking and giving at the same time. That she’s willing to let me be in control, but she’s also trying to keep some for herself.
When I slow down, she moans. “No, don’t stop.”
“Not yet, baby,” I say, reaching between us.
I slide my fingers down to her clit. It’s slick with her arousal. Then I swirl my thumb in circles, making her body jerk.
Her eyes lock on mine just briefly before she shuts them, her face a mask of ecstasy. It’s only moments before she clenches around me. Her muscles tighten hard enough to make my dick jerk inside of her. I keep moving my thumb until her entire body tenses up. She goes taut as a bowstring as she comes.
Her entire body arches up against mine, her lips parting as she trembles with the orgasm.
Finally, she relaxes back on the couch, breath coming in sharp gasps. “Fuck me, Michael.”
Shit. I can’t say no to that. I release her wrists to lever myself above her, then hike up one of her thighs to get in deeper before I thrust hard inside of her.
She shoves her hips against mine, and I watch as my dick goes in and out of her, spearing her over and over again until I can barely keep moving. My erection gets harder and harder until I explode, coming inside of her rough enough my whole body shakes.
I grip her tight in my arms, my heart thundering against hers. For a moment, there’s only us. Only our bodies joined together perfectly.
I release the breath I’m holding, and I release it with the last of my cum before collapsing on top of her.
I don’t have words for what just happened. All I know is that it was right. Perfect.
I’ve never thought that about anyone or any experience before. But then, I’ve never been with anyone like Brianna before either.