Twenty-four

ANDREW

She has no idea how hot she is when she’s yelling at me. I can see the hurt in her eyes and it’s fucking me up to know that I’m the cause.

But I can’t help it. I’ll be the first to admit, I’m just not good at this shit. I’ve never felt for anyone anything close to what I feel for Lilah and it’s thrown my whole world off its axis.

I know I’m a coward for running, but it was the only option I could think of in the midst of my panic. In hindsight, I can see that it was a shitty thing to do. It was never my intention to hurt her, which I’ve obviously done.

Showing up in a rage today hadn’t helped my case by a long shot. But when I saw her get out of the passenger side of that Audi this morning, I’d nearly popped a blood vessel waiting for her to come inside.

Now, as I stare at her heaving chest and angry eyes, I only want one thing.

Her.

I’m out of the chair and rounding the mahogany desk in seconds. She lets out a startled gasp when I pull her from her seated position and up into my arms.

My lips cover hers fervently, enjoying the natural sweetness of her mixed with the pink gloss coating her lips.

“I’m a fucking asshole,” I tell her between kisses, struggling to catch my breath. It’s difficult because I don’t want to tear my lips away from her even for a second.

“Forgive me, Lilah.”

I’ve craved her and only her every second that I was away and this is the only way I know how to convey that message.

Lilah doesn’t return my kiss right away, her stubborn façade not allowing her to yield to me right away. But the instant I feel her soft lips open up beneath mine, I want to shout triumphantly. And when she moans under me, I know that she’s missed me just as much as I missed her.

My fingers tangle in her thick tresses as I finally wrench my lips away from her mouth. Breathing raggedly, I peer into those coffee-colored eyes before stepping around her to clear the clutter around the edge of her desk.

Lilah looks on stunned as some of her papers and office supplies fall to the floor, but I don’t have time to waste with apologies.

Grasping her hips, I easily lift her and sit her on the edge of the desk.

“Did he touch you?”

Confusion clouds her eyes as she looks up at me.

“What? Who?” She asks genuinely perplexed.

“The shithead who brought you here,” I clarify, not wanting to say his name.

Fuck him.

“No,” she shakes her head vigorously. “He didn’t touch me.”

Her voice has taken on an airy quality as she anticipates my next move. I will never get over how responsive she is.

My cock is aching in agony, feeling deprived.

Without warning, I begin shoving at the material of her skirt. It only reaches a few inches above her knee so it isn’t hard to move out of my way.

“The door,” Lilah whispers trying to still my roving hands. “Someone could walk in here.”

Ripping the satiny material of her pantyhose, I make it clear that I don’t give a fuck about getting caught. All I care about is being buried deep inside of her. Sooner rather than later.

Lilah’s eyes have lost all their shock and are now dancing rampant with untamed desire.

“Stand,” I say roughly.

When she obeys me, I give her a searing kiss before swiftly turning her around. Her only option is to hold onto the desk as I bend her over the wooden surface.

The skyscraper heels she has on tilt her ass in the air perfectly, lifting it to just the right angle to receive what I have in mind.

Breathing harshly, I continue tearing the panty hose until her black lace panties are completely exposed. Shoving the material aside, I find her wet and ready for me.

My cock rages harder in my pants, desperate for relief.

The fingers of my left hand work diligently to undo my pants as the fingers of my right hand continue stroking at her damp opening.

She’s fucking soaked.

With my pants pooled around my feet, I grip my cock and smack it firmly against her plump ass.

“Look at how hard you make me,” I groan hoarsely, rubbing the length up and over the material still covering her round derriere.

Desperately, Lilah reaches back behind her to steer me to her needy center. But there’s still more fun to be had.

Pre-cum is dripping from the tip of my shaft onto the black lace and I growl low in my throat at the hypnotizing sight before me.

“Andrew, please. Don’t torture me.”

Her words pierce my resolve and have me palming her ass cheeks to spread her to my liking. With her slick center exposed, I fall into her warmth in one smooth thrust.

Fingers digging into her supple flesh, I set a nice pace as I pound into her snug walls reacquainting myself with her beautiful physique. A blazing hot shiver travels up my spine when Lilah cries out to me.

“What are you doing to me?” She whines writhing beneath my body as she grasps for something to stabilize her.

After giving her ass another firm smack, I reach up and gather a handful of her thick strands in my palm. Her back arches beautifully when I give the first tug.

She’s perfect and she feels so damn good.

Her pussy is constricting all around me, making it harder and harder for me to move in and out freely. She’s holding me hostage and I don’t think I could care any less about becoming her prisoner.

“Tell me you missed me, Lilah,” I growl, bending over to speak into her ear.

When she only nods jerkily, I smirk and pick up my pace. I’m a fanatic as I rock into her tight tunnel fervently. My belt buckle jingles each time I shift my stance in an attempt to go deeper.

The sensations coursing through me are leading to some dangerous thoughts.

She feels better than I remember and I want to stay buried to the hilt inside of her forever.

Suddenly, Lilah cries out brokenly, her hips jerking backward as her walls clamp down around me viciously. It’s impossible to move as the flood of her juices coats my dick.

She comes so hard and screams so loud that she nearly loses her voice in the process. I’m surprised that no one comes running to check on her.

When I feel her relaxing around me, I resume my fevered movements. It doesn’t take long for me to catch up with her and surrender to the pleasurable waves washing over me.

Releasing her hair, I pry my cock from her folds just in time to shower my hot cum all over her ass. I want her covered in my seed so that even in my absence there’s no question of exactly who she belongs to.

Jerking my engorged dick, I don’t stop until I know that I’ve marked her with every last drop. My arousal drips down her thick thighs right before my eyes, and I swear to God I’m hard all over again.

Shit.

What the hell am I going to do with her?