Mandy thought about fighting him for about two point four seconds. And then as his bruising kiss forced her lips open all thoughts and reason flew out the window. She didn’t stop to consider that this was how she ended up single and pregnant in the first place.

Mandy didn’t want to think about the repercussions, especially when she had already said this wouldn’t happen again. It was only that there was something about Elliot Brand kiss that caused her brain to shut down and her synapses to go on a rampage.

She kissed him every bit as hard as he kissed her.

Mandy was tired of being told what to do. Her parents and older sister than done that her entire life. Even her best friend Shay, whom she was supposed to be meeting up with later, always thought Mandy incapable of making a decision.

Well, she could choose what was best for her and her baby. And right now, what she needed was more of Elliot’s drugging kisses. She clutched at his chest not caring that she was wrinkling his crisp white shirt.

Elliot also hadn’t any compunction to her attire as his hands ran over every dip and curve of her back and ass.

He knew this is was insanity. But the friend in his pants had taken over, having been ignored for far too long.

His tongue mated with hers, dragging alongside it as he tasted every inch of her mouth. Mandy not only felt butterflies, but she was sure there was a stampede going on inside of her.

She leaned up on the tips of her toes, needing to be nearer to him.

Elliot growled and picked her up gently on the backs of her thighs to set her on his desk.

Mandy’s skirt had ridden up, and she didn’t hesitate to open her legs so that he could slip between them. His hard length behind his suit pants pressed against her wet panties.

He broke away from her mouth only to place hot, open-mouthed kisses along her cheeks and jawbone. From there he paid particular attention to her neck, loving the way that she shivered and shook when he reached a sensitive area.

His hand slipped between her thighs, and he drew lazy circles there, close but not touching where she needed him most.

Mandy wasn’t having that. She reached down and grabbed his hand. His breath caught as Mandy shoved it into her panties.

Elliot didn’t pull away or even hesitate to curl his digits and let the juices of her arousal coat his fingers.

Mandy panted as he parted her folds and every so slowly got to know the most intimate part of her by touch. The time in the elevator had been rushed and hurried. Not to mention, the first time they had gotten together was a blur of alcohol, masks, and frenzied fucking.

Even though Mandy felt feverish now, she could appreciate that he was taking his time to really find out what made her sing. He traced lazy patterns on her clit and then sank a finger into her core.

Mandy threw her head back, the moan ripping through her throat was almost primal. Through hooded eyes, she watched Elliot who hadn’t taken his eyes off of her. His gaze went from her lips which she knew were puffy and swollen by his kisses. To the spot where his hand lay beneath her silky underwear.

He pulled his hand away, and Mandy cried out in dismay only to see that he took hold of her panties and removed them. Elliot cleared his desk with one swipe of his muscular arm, and then he helped Mandy lay back against the cold wood.

He sunk to his knees, grabbing her ass, and squeezing it almost painfully before blowing softly across her dampened folds.

Mandy had no recollection of the way she mewled and panted. She only knew that he needed to do something immediately about the ache in her pussy.

Elliot’s dark hair between her milky thighs was one of the most erotic sights she had ever seen. Mandy knew that they were not only crossing boundaries they were eradicating them.

It was one thing to make love in a pitch-black elevator. One could almost think it was a dream. But here in Elliot’s office during the light of day, there could be no excuses.

Elliot pulled her gently closer to him and then buried his head. Licking her firmly, he growled at the sticky sweet juices coating his tongue.

“You are so wet, baby! Holy fuck!”

Every word he spoke seemed to radiate through her. She felt beautiful in his arms. And nothing like the pregnant cow that she usually resembled.

Her fingers sunk into his hair pulling him closer to her pussy. There would be time to talk later. She couldn’t reason with words or sentences. Mandy needed him in the most primal way possible.

Elliot licked and stroked her core, lapping at her as he gently licked and sucked at her most tender place.

Mandy began to writhe beneath him, He slipped a finger back inside of her tight passage and sucked her clit inside of his hot mouth.

“Elliot,” Mandy began to chant his name.

“Elliot!”

“Elliot!”

He felt like a fucking hero. This was one place where he could happily spend the rest of his days. Elliot added another finger and then a third, filling her to the brim.

Mandy’s hands had moved to cup her breasts. Elliot noticed that the front of her shirt had started to become damp with what could only be mother’s milk. Instead of disgusting him, it only made his cock surge.

This was his woman. He was the one to drive her to the edge of reason. He loved that her rounded figure held a child safely in her womb. The proof of that only urged him to mark her, to make sure that everyone knew that she belonged to him.

He felt a pang in his chest that the baby wasn’t his. But Elliot pushed that thought aside. It didn’t matter who had fathered the child. He would be the one that took care of Mandy and the little one. He would be the one that fixed bottles and helped in the night.

Not like some faceless bastard that got Mandy pregnant and left her on her own.

He sucked harder on that tender nub and watched as Mandy shattered in his arms. Her legs shook, and her mouth opened in a silent scream. Her walls were pulling his fingers in deeper as wave after wave of ecstasy rolled through Mandy’s body.

Elliot unzipped her slacks and didn’t even take the time to push them down before he had taken out his cock. Rubbing her damp folds with his dick, Elliot knew that nothing and no one had ever made him feel the way that Mandy did.

“Please,” her whispered plea was all it took to have him thrusting inside.

She gasped at the fullness of his massive length, and he growled at the impossibly tight sheath.

Mandy lifted her hips, and he slipped even further inside causing them both to grunt. He wished that he could say he took things slow from there.

But with Mandy spayed out wantonly before him and the smell of their arousals coating the air, Elliot lost all control. He speared his cock inside of her again and again. He kept a tight hold on her so that she couldn’t slip away from him on the slick surface.

Mandy opened her thighs as wide as she could and tightened her inner muscles, loving the way that he seemed to come unglued.

His thrusts no longer held a pattern. They were wild and frantic. He reached between her thighs and began to rub circles on her clit, loving the way that he could feel his own dick slipping into her again and again.

Mandy’s cried increased, and she bit her arm to keep from screaming outright. It was then that her orgasm swept through her, dragging Elliot’s out of him as he whispered her name like a prayer.