his hands coming down on the wooden desk by each of my thighs. He leans into me and I’m forced to lean back against the desk, resting my weight onto my hands. “Tell me, what would a cocky fuck do in this situation?”
Holy fucking hell.
His hand slides around until it’s resting against my ass and he slides me to the very edge of the desk until my pussy is pressed right up against the hard column that’s overtaking his suit pants. My legs instantly hook around his waist, drawing him closer and grinding against me. “You tell me,” I murmur. “A cocky fuck is the kind of man to take whatever the hell he wants, however the hell he wants.”
His brow raises and just like that, his hands are on the button of my jeans. They’re torn down my legs in seconds and before I know it, he’s sinking into me, curling a strong arm around my waist and holding me still so he can freely slam into me over and over again.
Hearing noises from outside the office, my eyes flick to the open door and we both suck in a breath, but he doesn’t dare stop.
The brief thought that I was supposed to be asking him something filters through my mind but I can’t quite seem to put my finger on what it was, but what the hell. Does it even really matter right now? I'm sure it’ll come back to me the second he’s finished fucking me into oblivion.
His cock slams against the deepest parts of heaven, slowly torturing me with pleasure. His lips come down on my neck and he kisses me, slowly working his lips up my jaw until they’re on my own. His tongue slips into my mouth and I welcome it openly until he’s pulling back and meeting my eyes. “Touch yourself. Let me watch you,” he says though it comes out as more of a demand and it has me instantly jumping into action, more than desperate to give him exactly what he wants.
My fingers press down against my clit and he pulls back ever so slightly to watch the show. His eyes blaze with desire as his glistening cock slides in and out of my pussy. My legs tighten around him. How is it possible for him to take me from zero to a hundred so damn fast?
My orgasm sneaks up on me and I come hard, my pussy pulsating around him and clenching down on his cock as he refuses to quit moving. I ride out my orgasm and just as I finish, he comes hard with a low growl, dropping his forehead to my shoulder as the intense pleasure slams through him.
“Holy shit,” he pants, taking three slow breaths before raising his head and pressing his lips to mine. “Fucking you will never get old, Ocean. Do you have any goddamn clue how perfect you are?”
I bite down on my lip, meeting his eyes as all sorts of emotions tear through me. “Careful, Carrington. I warned you about making me fall for you.”
A proud grin tears across his face. “Is it working yet?”
I press down on my lips, thinking over my answer. “It’s certainly heading that way,” I tell him, giving him my honest truth. “But there’s still a lot of shit you need to make up for before that could ever happen.”
A seriousness appears in his eyes and his features begin to sober as he nods. “I know, Jade, but you don’t have to worry about that. I’ll make up for it but it’s going to take time. I don’t see a strong girl like you completely forgiving me overnight.”
I shake my head, completely agreeing with him. “What happened to the douchebag Colton who liked to sneak into my room and watch me? I miss that guy.”
“That guy realized that he was being a fucking creep.”
“Oh,” I laugh. “Good. For a second there, I thought maybe you thought that was fucking normal.”
“No,” he tells me. “I know it’s not, but when you first got here, you threw me. You came barging in with that boss bitch attitude and perfect little body and I didn’t know how to cope with it so I did stupid fucking things. I wanted to push you away. I wanted you to hate me and then hopefully, I would have done the same, but you kept coming back for more. The torture got you hot, and fucking damn it, Ocean. I loved seeing you like