Strategic Maneuvers - Jemma Westbrook Page 0,70
growled against her, mouth open, the vibrations of the rumble enough to send her over the edge once again, fingers in his hair as she prayed to whatever goddess made this possible.
Because it was certainly a woman.
“Two.” He stood, wiping one arm across his face as he pulled her limp body up with the other.
“I can’t.” Her head was spinning and her legs no longer worked. There was no possible way she would ever be able to give him any more of what he was demanding.
“You can do anything you want to do, Love.” Pierce turned her toward the desk. “And you should want to do this.” He ran one hand down the center of her back, between the cleft of her ass to stroke against her overly-sensitive pussy before sliding it back up. He pressed between her shoulder blades. “Bend over for me, Love. Show me what I’ll be taking.”
The voice. The way he spoke.
The things he said.
The man didn’t have to take anything. She’d offer it up on a platter if that’s what he wanted.
The rake of his zipper twisted her stomach, the feeling one she was just beginning to associate with what Pierce stirred inside her.
Excitement.
Anticipation.
They were slowly taking the place of the emotions that used to tie up her insides.
His front blanketed hers, one arm stretching over the surface of the desk to grip the front edge. “This is the place I first saw you. Do you remember that day, Love?” The wide head of him pressed against her, easing in with the slowest of glides. “You walked past my door and never gave me a second look.”
She’d been on her way to meet with Eva and Chandler. “I remember.”
“I had to come find you. I hunted you for hours.” Pierce’s hips met her thighs as he seated himself fully. “Did you know that?”
She whimpered as he pulled away, stealing the gloriously full feeling. “No.”
“And when I did find you, do you remember what you said to me?” His lips traced the shell of her ear as he pressed back into her, the drag of his dick across the spot only he seemed capable of finding making her eyes roll closed.
“No.”
“You said you wouldn’t stay here.” His mouth moved down her neck. “That you would be leaving.”
Pierce’s hand moved across her belly, sliding down between her legs, fingers splitting to rest on either side of where his body impaled hers, the heel of his palm putting a divine sort of pressure on her clit. “Have you changed your mind, Love?”
“Maybe.” It might be the bravest single word she’d ever uttered.
Because it was definitely going to be met with a certain amount of unhappiness.
And she didn’t care even a little.
Welcomed it, actually.
“Maybe?” Pierce thrust into her a little harder. “You maybe have changed your mind?” His hand ground against her. “That’s not good enough.”
She cried out as his hips slapped against her, each stroke of his body into hers more forceful than the last.
More wild.
His hand released the desk and slid under her body, palm flattening against her chest as he lifted her off the desk, standing her against him as he continued to fuck her with abandon. “Is this not enough for you, Love? Should I give you more? Would that make you want to stay?”
Maybe she got a little ahead of herself here.
Pierce’s fingers found her clit as his lips rested against her ear. “If I wake you every morning with my mouth between your legs, will that make you want to stay?”
Her pussy clenched around him at the thought. “It might help.”
She should stop antagonizing him. Stop doing the one thing she’d worked so hard to avoid her whole life.
But what used to make her feel weak and afraid, now filled her with something she’d had far too little of in her life.
Power.
“Done.” His hand on her chest went to a breast, thumb and pointer pinching the nipple just to the point of pain. “Anything you want from me. Whatever it takes to make you stay.”
The hand between her legs moved faster as his thrusts became short and sharp. “One more, Love. One more.”
Pierce’s length seemed to swell, filling her even more as he pressed deep, the combination of his hands and dick on and in her body making her climax once more.
One final thrust and Pierce held her tight to him, his cock twitching as he found his own release. His arms pulled her tight as he fell into the chair, taking her