Dirty Sexy Alphas (Twenty Book Box Set) - Hannah Ford Page 0,33

desk cold against my cheek, his body hot against mine where it slammed into me.

My tits bounced harder with his rhythm, and he reached down, twisting one in his palm. “You feel so good,” he murmured, between what sounded like gritted teeth. Like for him, the pleasure was hard to control. Like he wanted to spiral into oblivion.

His rhythm was swift and relentless, faster and faster with each breath, until I was sure I could take no more. And then his fingers splayed out along my ribs, pulling me up into a sitting position, forcing me to hook my ankles behind his bare ass as he kissed me again, hot and hungry, his tongue sliding between my lips, across my tongue, his cock still hard and filling me to bursting as he ground his hips in a circle.

He growled under his breath, and then he pushed me back down. But instead of fucking me harder, he pulled out, and the sudden loss made me short of breath.

But he wasn’t done. He gripped my hips, rolling me over, face down on his desk. I was bent at the waist, my feet on the floor, my ass up to greet him. My tits pressed into his desk, the cold making my nipples turn even harder.

Our sweat mingled, the heat of our skin setting me on fire.

He leaned down, nipping at my shoulder. “God you look good like this,” he said, setting me aflame.

“I want you,” I murmured, pushing my ass up against him. Encouraging him.

“You want me to fuck you while you lean over my desk?” he asked, his tongue up my neck, onto my earlobe.

“Yes,” I panted, pushing harder up against him. Desperate for him to just take the cock in his hands and shove it inside me, to fuck me even harder than he’d done before, to bring me to climax. I was drenched, dripping down my inner thighs.

He teased his cock back and forth along my opening, as if to prove he had more restraint than I did. I groaned, no longer caring if his office was sound proof. I was too desperate, too hot for him.

He didn’t waste time, he simply thrust back inside, hard and savagely, just the way I wanted it.

I groaned, curling my fingers around the edge of his desk and gripping, trying to anchor myself in some way.

He thrust hard, his skin slapping against mine. He bucked harder and harder against me, his cock hitting something deep inside, something that sent vibrations of pleasure and heat through my core.

I was clinging to the edge, desperate for climax. His breathing grew louder along with my cries. My knees banged against his desk as he fucked me harder.

His groans grew guttural, raspy and desperate, just as a wave of pleasure pulsed through me.

“Oh god,” he groaned, plunging hard, deeper than before, just as I moaned, loud and long, my climax hitting.

I collapsed onto the desk and he fucked me a few more times, his moans heavy with pleasure, with satisfaction, until at last, he stilled. His cock still inside me, he pulled me up against him, so that my backside pressed up against his front.

He wrapped his arms around me, one solid against my ribs, like a strong cage, and the other resting on my breasts. He leaned down, tenderly kissing my shoulder. “That felt so good,” he murmured, his breath still coming hot and heavy against my skin.

It was several morel moments before he stepped back, his cock slipping out of me. He reached over for the sports coat hanging over the back of his chair, slipping it over my shoulders. Then he kissed me again, slow and tender, all of the urgency gone. “There’s a private bathroom through there,” he said, pointing to a red oak door.

“Thanks,” I murmured, quickly grabbing my clothing and crossing the room.

Though there was no shower, the bathroom was nicer than anything I’d ever seen, with gleaming white marble and sparkling silver fixtures. I cleaned up quickly, slipping back into clothes and straightening my hair.

I tried not to blush at what we’d just done, but I couldn’t help it. Landon brought out something different in me—something I wasn’t used to seeing. It was raw and hungry and primal and… completely irresistible.

Jesus, I’d just let him fuck me on his desk in the middle of the day.

I finger-combed my hair and then, deciding it was the best that I could do, headed out of his bathroom.

He was fully dressed, standing