Before Kaden can take control again, I drop to my knees.
My hands run all over his fitted grey trousers…
Kaden’s expression darkens but he doesn’t make me stop. Instead he reaches down to unfasten my hair, allowing it to flow over my shoulders as I look up at him.
“You may come to regret this course of action, Miss Snow,” his voice is deep and authoritative.
He wants to own me.
I smile innocently up at him, “Why would I regret doing this?”
I place my hand over the very hard bulge now tenting his trousers.
I put my mouth over the tip, wrapping my lips around him through the soft material, and then bite down gently.
His groans, “Oh Claire.”
That is all the encouragement I need.
I might be insecure about my general sexual performance but this is something I know I’m good at.
Trent demanded it a lot. He loved nothing more than having his cock in my mouth, and I learned fast that it was the best way to get him off quickly without actually having sex.
That is not the case with Kaden.
I don’t want to get him off so he’ll leave me alone.
I want to make him feel good. I want to show him how he made me feel that night when he put his mouth on me, when he’d made me scream with the most incredible pleasure I’d ever felt.
I realize with Trent this act was to keep him at an emotional distance, but with Kaden I want to feel that connection.
I quickly unzip his trousers and gasp when his cock springs out.
I knew he was big but being this close is almost scary. I have to move my head to the side and back a little to get the full view.
I run the tip of my tongue along the shaft before circling around the swollen head. His fingers comb into my hair but he doesn’t apply any force.
I think he just needs to touch me.
Smiling, I take the wide tip between my lips and suck him as deep as I can take, which isn’t as much as I’d like but the moan that escapes him tells me that he doesn’t mind.
Wrapping one hand around the shaft, I suck him deeper into my mouth and start up a tight rhythm of sucking and bobbing, occasionally pausing to swirl my tongue before sucking him deep again.
“Stop!” he grunts, his fingers tightening in my hair, pulling me back.
Before I can argue, he pulls me to my feet and covers my mouth with his own.
I can feel his erection pushing against my belly as he gathers my dress up around my hips. He grabs my panties and with one forceful twist of his wrist I feel them rip.
He lifts me effortlessly, his mouth hungry on mine, and he sits me on the edge of the boardroom table.
“There’s only one place I want to be when I come,” his words are rough and in the next second, I feel the wide hot hardness of him pushing into my soft heat.
He feels so incredible pressing inside my eager slit that I can’t help tightening around him – forcing us to both groan deeply.
“You’re going to send me mad, woman,” he grits between his teeth before gripping my hips and pushing forward, driving his rock hard erection home.
I love touching him.
I knew I would.
Under my fingers, the muscles on his arms bulge and flex, and his wide chest is as rock hard.
He pushes me down so I’m lying flat on the table before pulling almost all the way out.
Oh…
Yes…
I need him back inside me.
Deep inside me.
He thrusts back inside so hard, so deep, that my back arcs off the table and my hands stretch back over my head, searching for something, anything, to anchor myself.
Oh…
He takes me hard and rough…
The way he likes it…
And the way I like it.
I know realize why he was asking if he hurt me.
Because this is what he wants – control and domination.
In this moment, there is nothing else in the world but him.
I can’t move.
I’m his captive and I couldn’t get away if I wanted to.
I can see why women in the past pulled away from him. I’m not sure how I feel about it. All I know is how he’s making me feel right now.
He’s looking down at me like I’m everything.
His hands grip my thighs and I know there will be bruises tomorrow but I don’t care.
His rhythm is long and hard, his gasping breaths and animalistic grunts mingle with my own cries as he drags me higher – forcing us closer.
I don’t want to be passive this time.
Just as he needs to dominate my body, I need to be an active participant.
I open my eyes and look at him.
Wow… he’s beautiful.
His trousers are around his thighs but otherwise his suit is intact.
Something about that is so exciting.
I feel my body tighten as more arousal floods through my system.
I know what he wants.
I know what he likes.
I can feel my body getting hotter. I’m so close that I can’t even draw breath.
Looking into his deep eyes, I cross my wrists above my head, as though they’re tied.
“I’m yours,” the words are a whisper but he hears them clearly.
“Oh yes, Claire!”
I feel his control shatter and I love it.
Yelling and moaning, he pounds me with the kind of violence and passion I’ve only ever read about before and I swear his cock is getting bigger.
I love it inside me.
Yes!
Gripping my thighs, he is not only thrusting his thick shaft into me but he is also pulling me onto him, bending and molding me to his pleasure.
My orgasm hits hard…
White-hot light explodes behind my eyes as pleasure rips through me - flooding my body over and over with the sweetest waves.
He pulls me up and wraps his arms around me, still grinding his erection deep and hard.
Yes!
His whole body shudders against me.
He gasps and moans against my throat, his mouth hot and wet.
I feel his cock swell inside me and a new warmth floods my pussy.
Feeling and hearing him come is so exciting that I feel my own body inexplicably tightening again.
I wrap my arms around his back, wanting to feel him against me while my body comes apart.
My orgasm is so much sweeter, lasting longer, than I have ever felt before.
This is my place.
I belong here.
When I come back to myself, he’s kissing me intensely.
We spend a long time kissing - his arms around me and mine around him.
Yes…
This is my moment…
Wow…
The sweetness seems to linger forever.
I hold him tightly as I don’t want this moment to stop. I want it to last forever.
“I know we’ve only just met, but I want to know you,” he says, stroking my damp hair out of my face.
“I feel the same,” I whisper into his ear.
“If you’d give me a chance I want to try a relationship… with you. I don’t know if I can make very good boyfriend…”
“Shhh…” I hush him.
“I’m probably going to screw up more than once and…” I muffle his words with a finger to his lips.
“Stop talking,” I say then cup his strong face and kiss him.
This is probably a bad idea.
I will probably regret this one-day…
But something tells me, he’s worth the risk.
His lips land on my neck again.
Oh yes, he’s worth the risk…