Molly’s whole body tingled as her ass met the polished surface of his cherry wood desk. She nervously watched him as he pulled back long enough to drag his tie from around his neck and drop it carelessly to the floor. Licking her dry lips, she gazed at him as he unbuttoned his shirt with determined flicks of his fingers. “Devil, what the hell are you doing?” she asked huskily, curling her fingers around the edge of his desk as he roughly pulled his shirt from his slacks and shrugged it off his broad shoulders.
“I already answered that question,” he replied smoothly, reaching for the silver buckle of his belt.
Molly’s panties dampened and her nipples hardened to diamond-hard points as she watched him strip. Her core clenched as her eyes raked his sculpted chest and drifted down to the hardened eight-pack that made up his perfect abdomen. A fine mat of hair trailed down his chest and her fingers itched to touch it. “We can’t do this here,” Molly groaned, watching as his slacks sagged when he flicked open the button of his slacks. Her mouth watered, imagining what the material hid from her eyes. She could see he was hard, the material tenting over his arousal left little to her imagination. “Anyone could come in here. You didn’t even lock your office door,” she worried out loud, looking over her shoulder toward the entrance to his office.
Reaching around her leg, Devil jerked open a desk drawer and depressed a button inside before slipping one arm beneath Molly’s legs and the other behind her back.
Molly stared in stunned amazement as the wall behind Devil separated to reveal a hidden bedroom. She’d heard that he had a corporate suite in the building where he stayed overnight whenever there were ongoing heated negotiations overseas. With the time difference between here and many of the countries in which he held interests, sometimes there were meetings in the middle of the night. He’d never expected her to attend before, so she’d always assumed his suite was on another floor since she’d never seen it. It appeared the location of that suite had been underneath her nose all along. “You’ve got a secret hidden room?” she asked faintly as he moved through the gap in the wall, pausing only long enough to hit a button on the other side of the wall with his elbow. “Devil, if this is some Fifty Shades of Grey shit, I am soooo not interested,” she warned, scanning the small room for any sign of whips or chains while the wall slid closed behind them. Finding nothing but a king-size bed, simple nightstand, and wall-mounted flat-screen television, she decided that it might be okay. Maybe.
Devil’s chest rumbled as he laughed, grateful that she was at least capable of coherent thought again. Dropping her in the center of the bed, he grinned as Molly came immediately to her knees. Toeing off his loafers, he shook his head. “I promise, Molly, it’s a perfectly normal bedroom. No kinky goods to be found. Unless you count me, that is. I’ve got a couple of incredibly X-rated thoughts on what I’d like to do to you.” He winked at her playfully as he pushed his slacks over his hips.
Oh, wow. Biting her lip as she eyed his muscular body, she shook her head. Just looking at his chiseled body was enough to give her a mini-orgasm. Lean, corded muscles rippled as he approached the bed. His silk boxers did nothing to hide his arousal, and she couldn’t help staring at the tip of his cock peeking out behind the elastic waist. She had to find a way out of this room before she threw herself at him and demanded that he ease the ache building between her thighs. “Devil, this won’t change anything,” she denied as he neared, his blue eyes darkening like a storm on the sea. He looked like the predator he was - big and hungry for the taste of flesh. Her flesh. “We already know that you can make me want you. It’s a physiological response that I can’t do anything about. Believe me, I’ve tried. When all is said and done, though, we’re still going to be incompatible together.”
“Take off your clothes before I rip them off, Molly,” Devil replied silkily, not bothering to acknowledge her argument. “The outfit is pretty; I’d hate to ruin it.”
Blinking, Molly tilted her head. She couldn’t have heard him correctly. Had he really just threatened to rip off her clothes? “What did you just say?” she balked as he reached the edge of the bed and stared down at her with glittering eyes.
“Strip or I’m going to strip you,” he demanded in a low voice. “If I do it, your clothes may not be salvageable, and you’ll walk out of here naked.”
Molly’s jaw dropped. Devil had always been bossy, but he was taking the words “power play” to a whole new level today, and her heart thundered in response. It was hot. Panty-sizzling, pussy-melting HOT. Suddenly, she wanted to push him - wanted to know what it felt like when he lost his vaunted control.
“No, not happening” she denied cheekily, knowing what that one word would do to an alpha male like him. She shook her head as she began to crawl toward the other side of the bed. She heard his low growl a second before she felt him latch his hands around her squirming hips and pull her back to his chest. His thick cock prodded her ass as his hands tightened around her waist, and the weight of his body behind her pushed her into the mattress.
Devil’s lips attacked her neck, nipping and sucking as one of his hands moved to her blouse. “I warned you,” he rasped against her ear, gripping the fabric and yanking it open.
Molly heard several buttons pop as he wrenched her silk blouse open and palmed her breast through the lace of her bra, squeezing and releasing the swollen flesh. Arching her back as she tried to push her breast more firmly into his hand, her ass rubbed against his burgeoning cock. “Devil!” Molly moaned as his tongue swirled around the hollow where her shoulder met her neck and his hand released the clasp of her bra, her breasts spilling into his waiting hands.
Molly groaned again as he captured the swollen nubs of her nipples between his fingers, pinching and releasing the swollen flesh as his teeth raked her neck. “Oh, God,” she panted as his fingers twisted and rolled the sensitive flesh between his fingertips, sending a pulse of pure desire through her aching pussy. Every pull of his fingers made her wetter… needier, and her hips rolled against his straining dick. “Devil, please,” she begged, twisting her head against the bed to try and capture his lips with hers.
“I wanted to do this right,” Devil growled against her ear. “I tried to be honorable and wait for our wedding night, but you just had to keep pushing me away, didn’t you?” he asked in a raw voice, flipping her quickly to her back and capturing each of her wrists in his hands as she stared up at him, wide eyed and short of breath. “Now, I can’t wait. I need this. I need you,” he groaned, shifting her wrists to one of his hands and pinning her arms above her head as he bent to capture one strawberry nipple between his lips. “You’re like a drug. Once I get my mouth on you, I can’t control myself,” he mumbled around her breast, sucking and tugging at the hard nub of her nipple as he pulled the other sharply with his fingers. “I love your breasts. All plump and swollen for me,” he muttered, cupping the mounds in his warm palms as he licked the tips hungrily. “Your nipples are like ripe little berries just waiting to be plucked and tasted,” he breathed, nipping the tip of one hard peak with his teeth.
Molly tried to comprehend his words, but the white-hot pleasure of his lips and mouth on her was enough to short circuit her brain. She no longer even remembered her earlier argument. His tongue toyed with her tight, drawn nipples, licking and nibbling as he shifted from one heavy breast to the other. Whimpering as his teeth closed around one turgid nub, she bucked her hips underneath him as the slight hint of pain mingled with overwhelming need. She felt her juices sliding from her pussy, coating her thighs as she squeezed them together and tried to relieve some of the pressure building in her core.
“Fuck,” Devil rasped, dragging his tongue down her rounded belly and swirling it around her belly button as he gripped the waist of her skirt. With one hard twist of his wrist, he rent the insubstantial fabric and tore it from her body. Tossing it carelessly over his shoulder, he groaned low and deep as his eyes went to the red thong she wore. Barely a wisp of lace covering her swollen folds, it was already damp with evidence of her need. “These should be illegal,” he rumbled, toying with the hem of her barely-there panties. “I never imagined my Molly wearing anything so naughty,” he said with a faint smile as he ran his knuckle along her covered swollen lips, pulling a whimper from her throat as she lifted her hips against his hand. “I want to see you in these every day.”
“I haven’t had time to do laundry,” Molly whined, struggling to breathe as his knuckle continued rubbing her in all the right places. “These were all that was left in my underwear drawer.”
“Then I don’t think you should ever do laundry again,” he replied in a low voice, capturing her lips for a torrid kiss as he hooked his finger through the thong and gave the material a forceful tug. Lifting his mouth from hers, he gazed down her body and licked his lips when his eyes reached her puffy folds. “You have the most gorgeous pussy I’ve ever seen, Molly,” he breathed, dropping his hand to slide his fingers over her wet nether lips.
Molly’s head moved restlessly against the bed as his fingers rubbed and teased. “Oh, yeah,” she moaned when his thumb drew a slow circle around her clit, nudging the bundle of nerves centered at the apex of her core gently. “Devil, that feels so good,” she breathed, lifting her hip to try and get his thumb to return to that magical spot.
“That’s because I know your body, baby,” Devil whispered against her cheek, watching as her eyelashes fluttered when his thumb stroked her throbbing bud again lightly. “It belongs to me. It all belongs to me now, Molly,” he proclaimed in a deep, seductive voice as he nipped her chin with his teeth. “These beautiful lips,” he murmured with his mouth hovering above hers, “are mine.” His tongue licked her full lower lip before pulling it between his own lips and sucking gently. Pressing kisses down her neck, he reached her heaving breasts. “These gorgeous tits…they’re mine, too, aren’t they?” he asked, nipping each nipple with a sharp tug of his teeth. Smiling when Molly’s breath hitched and she trembled beneath his weight, he slid his lips over her soft stomach. “And this pussy? This scorching hot, tight-as-hell little pussy… it’s very definitely mine to love, isn’t it, Molly?” he asked, slowly sweeping his tongue through her slit.
Molly shuddered when his lips pursed over her clit and drew it between his lips. The light brush of his tongue over that sensitive button was enough to pull a low cry from her lips as her fingers dove into his dark hair and her nails raked his scalp. His low hum of approval vibrated against her tense bud and the sensation the sound produced pierced her soul. “Devil!” she screamed hoarsely as his tongue began to alternate between licking her from top to bottom and lashing cruelly against her clit. He was driving her crazy, pushing her to the edge, only to pull her back at the last conceivable moment. No man had ever been able to make her this desperate – not that she had that many experiences with which to compare him. She just knew in her heart that no man other than him would be able to make her feel this gloriously alive.
Devil continued his gentle assault on her delectable core, nipping her pouty pink folds with his teeth as he slid two fingers deep inside her, pumping in and out in steady rhythm. Groaning as her steaming channel sucked at his fingers, he ate at her clit, nipping and swirling his tongue against the engorged bud until she thrashed against the bed.
Molly moaned as her back arched off the bed, and he chuckled darkly between her splayed thighs. He tasted her as though he couldn’t get enough, and her body throbbed when he lifted his head to stare up her body into her eyes. “No, don’t stop,” she whimpered, so desperate for her orgasm that she would have been willing to sell her soul to the Devil if he hadn’t already held it in the palm of his hand. “You can’t leave me this way!” she begged as his fingers slipped from her body and he moved to kneel between her thighs. His sexy body gleamed with sweat as he pulled his cock from his boxers and stroked it with his hand. “Devil, please!” she begged, reaching her hand toward him as she tried to sit up on the bed.
Splaying one hand against her stomach, he held her in place as he stroked his throbbing dick. Slick with his pre-cum, it slid smoothly through his fist, and he wanted nothing more than to bury his length inside her tight pussy and fuck her until all her doubts dissolved into mist. First, however, he needed her to concede that she belonged to him. He needed to hear those words from her swollen pink lips. “You want my cock, baby?” he asked huskily, feeling her eyes hungrily watching him as he slid his fist firmly up and down his thick stem. “Do you want me inside you, Molly?” he asked as he stretched out beside her on the bed.