darkly. “Oh, no, Maddie. You’re not even close to getting fucked yet. Tell me, whose pussy is this?”
I don’t hesitate, knowing what he wants to hear. “It’s yours. Just yours. Always.”
He dips his chin, his eyes locked on my center. “Mine,” he growls and then claims me with his tongue. He swirls the tip over my clit, faster and faster, pressing harder against me to drive me wild. Finally, he’s owning me, and it’s exactly what I need.
He slips a finger inside me, giving my pussy something to squeeze as he slams inside me and then pulls out, doing it over and over again.
I’m on the edge of a rising tidal wave already, embarrassingly quick after the weeks of sweet softness. “That’s it, Madison. Come on my face and I’ll fuck you over my desk.” His promise is enough to make me crash over, wanting this moment but wanting the next just as much.
I spasm, shudders crashing through my body in waves, one right on top of the last, keeping me drowning in the depths of pleasure. “Scott! Oh, fuck, yes!”
As I finish, Scott stands, yanking me from the desk to turn me around. He positions me with my left knee on the desk, checking to make sure that it’s comfortable, not pulling on the healing skin or putting pressure on the bandage. But once he’s satisfied I’m good, it’s on.
The clink of his belt is the only warning I get before he slams into me balls-deep, immediately beginning to pound into me. Finally. This is what I’ve needed, what I’ve been missing, Scott unleashing the tether he holds on himself, all the while tightening the one he holds on me.
He’s bossy, domineering, in charge of me right now. And I fucking love it. Later, I’ll want him to ask my opinion on matters, big and small. Right now, I want him to take me, claim me any way he wants, and bask in his power.
“So damn tight, Maddie. Relax. Let me in, because I’m coming in either way. I’ve needed this pussy like this, raw and rough . . . and mine.” He smacks my right ass cheek, carefully avoiding my left still, his awareness of my needs still firmly in check even as he loses it.
I cry out, encouraging his punishing thrusts, and he leans over me, laying open-mouthed kisses along my neck. He’s reclaiming me there too, his attention like a salve healing the ugly memory of Rich’s hands strangling me. The combination of rough and sweet does me in, and I’m swept away again.
My pussy’s pulsing clenches trigger him too, and I revel as he shouts out my name while filling me with his essence. He gives one last thrust, jetting the last drops deep inside me before stilling.
Eventually, we dress and collapse back to his office chair, me sitting sideways in his lap to keep the pressure off my bandage and injury. Suddenly, there’s a rapping knock on the door.
My eyes open wide and shoot to Scott. We’d thought we were alone. It’s Christmas Eve, after all, and all the employees have the day off to spend with their families.
Scott shrugs and calls out, “Come in.” Like my sitting in his lap moments after we fucked is perfectly normal for his office.
The door opens slowly to reveal Chase, a big shit-eating grin on his face. “Hey, guys, just wanted to check in but didn’t want to interrupt.”
I blush instantly and furiously, trying to move from Scott’s lap. But he holds me in place, grinning and laughing. “Thanks for waiting, Brother. What’s up?”
Chase shakes his head like he’d expected a bigger reaction, but that’s all he’s getting. Their teases are different now, more friendly brothers than competing rivals. I’ve heard them on the phone, and Chase has stopped by a few times to discuss Danger Enterprises business stuff when they couldn’t coordinate times at the office, especially at first when Scott was helping me with my rehab as much as possible. And each time I hear them tease, I hold my breath, but they seem to be moving from the past and opening up to a future.
“Just wanted to confirm that we’re on for Christmas morning at your place? You’re sure?” Chase asks.
I don’t let Scott answer. I do it for the both of us. “Chase, Christmas is for family, and you are ours. So you’ll get your ass up, pick Olivia up, come over and open presents, and then we’ll eat lunch. My Aunt May