feel my hot breath on her skin before sucking that pink, pert nipple into my mouth.
Her gasp of pleasure, the feel of that delicious rosette puckering against my tongue, made every torturous second in the last two months worth it. This moment of heaven was worth a lifetime of misery. I sucked harder, holding her to me. She bucked her hips against me, driving my dick wild with the friction. She was in leggings, and judging by the wet heat I could feel through them, she didn’t have a damn thing on underneath.
I needed her naked. Nothing between us.
“Why do you wear so many damn layers,” she demanded, her voice shaking as she shoved my vest off my shoulders.
“Never again,” I promised, moving my attention to her other breast and suckling hard.
“Please don’t stop wearing vests,” she begged.
“Anything you want, Ally. All you have to do is ask.” I gave her nipple another resounding suck and had to tamp back the wolf inside me when she whimpered.
I helped her strip my shirt away and then reluctantly abandoned her breasts to pull the tank over her head. I tossed it on the floor in the direction of the growing pile of clothes.
“Come here,” I whispered darkly, pulling her against me and reveling at the feel of her hard, wet nipples against my chest.
She hissed in a breath. “Chest hair. So good.”
I wanted to laugh. But every cell of my being was entirely focused on her body and the endless list of things I wanted to do to her. The litany of ways I wanted to make her come.
Finally. Finally. Finally.
“Baby, we’re going to have to stand up and get rid of the rest of these clothes,” I warned her.
“I don’t want to stop touching you,” she confessed. Her hands were stroking over my chest and shoulders, down my arms, across my abs. I felt… worshipped. Loved.
“Just for a second,” I promised. Despite my protesting cock, I lifted her off my lap.
“Strip faster,” she demanded, peeling her leggings off in one swift motion.
She was spectacular. Naked in the city lights with snow falling behind her. Ally Morales was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen in my entire life.
Humbled and stunned, I fumbled with my belt. She stepped in and loosened it for me. Together, we shoved my pants to the floor. She was trembling, shaking as she stared at me. It was the distance. Everything made sense when we were touching. Anything seemed possible then.
She started to sink to her knees, but I stopped her. I wouldn’t be able to withstand that mouth on my cock. Not this first time. I’d had too many fantasies burned into my brain. Besides, I owed her. Two.
“No. It’s your turn, sweetheart.” I pulled her to me. Her skin was so soft and smooth against my own. My cock was pinned between us and demanding more.
She cupped my face in her hands and stared into my eyes. “I don’t want your tongue. I don’t want your fingers. The first thing you put inside me is going to be your cock, Dom.”
My dick jerked its agreement between us.
Holy motherfucking shit.
“I don’t have a condom,” I confessed. I had no need to stock condoms in this office. I wasn’t my father.
Ally’s eyes closed then opened again. “You don’t need one tonight,” she whispered. “I’m on birth control, and I’m clean.”
I was struck by two things. Permission for my darkest fantasy. Of fucking her until her pussy closed around my shaft and milked my own orgasm out of me, making me pour myself into her. Making her mine.
And then there was the caveat she tried to slip past me.
“This isn’t for just one night, Ally. So get used to it. Once I’m inside you, there’s no going back.” Ever.
I wished we were in a bed. My bed where I could spread her out and look my fill, take my time tasting her. But I wouldn’t survive waiting another minute and settled for the couch. I laid her out on it and slid a knee between her legs.
Before giving into her greedy demands, I dipped my head and helped myself to her breasts again. They were rapidly becoming my newest obsession. My erection hung heavily, its tip painting Ally’s stomach with precum as it leaked shamelessly from the slit.
This is what she did to me. Reduced my body to a series of biological and chemical chain reactions.
Her breath was coming in short, sharp pants as I nuzzled at her