It doesn’t really hurt at this point. In fact, I still can’t comprehend what I’m doing here, allowing this to continue. But some sick, depraved part of me is enjoying this. It feels… hot. And I am hot... burning for his touch.
“Are you going to answer me, Miss Kelly?” he grunts. “Or shall I keep going?”
“Yes,” I pant.
“Yes, what?”
“I understand.”
Holy shit. What did I just agree to? I don’t even know. All I know is that my aching core won’t be satisfied until he’s filled me with his cock.
“Good girl.” He strokes my thigh with his free hand. “So very obedient. I have to admit, I thought it would take more on my part.”
His fingers are still sliding in and out of me, his thumb toying with my clit. I feel like there are a zillion little fireflies buzzing around inside of me. I want to beg him to keep going… to keep making me feel this way, even if I can’t get my release. He’s brought me closer than any man before him.
He picks me up, carrying me to the desk with my legs wrapped around him. When he sets me down, my butt is on the edge of the desk, my legs splayed open for his attention. And suddenly, my insecurity threatens to take me hostage. He just stands there, staring at me as his hands move over my body. For a moment, his face is blank, and I bite my lip nervously.
He runs his fingers over the thin lace thong once more, sending tremors through my entire body. And then with one swift movement, he rips it away. His face is savage as he yanks down the top of my dress, my breasts springing free.
“Fuck,” he hisses, feeling the weight of both breasts in his hands. “I knew you’d be all natural.”
I don’t even know what to say to that. I don’t have time to give it much thought before his hot mouth engulfs one of my nipples.
“So soft,” he murmurs between nips.
Oh. My. God.
Then he does something really unexpected. He lifts me again and carries me around the back of the desk. He stands me up, half-naked with my palms up against the glass windows overlooking the city. I’m about to protest when his hands find my breasts, his hips jutting his erection against my ass. I glance nervously at the building across the way. Can anyone see us? As the sensations of his hot mouth kissing my neck take over, I stop caring. Maybe I secretly like the idea of all of New York watching while Gabriel Maddox fucks me.
I hear him unzipping his pants behind me with one hand, and then the rip of foil from a condom. A moment later, his thick cock is pulsing between the cheeks of my ass, slowly descending to my aching center. I watch his reflection in the glass, his eyes scorching as he slides over the wetness that greets him. His touch becomes rougher as he spreads my legs further apart, arching my ass into him. He grips my shoulder tight as he begins to tease the head of his cock against my folds.
“I have thought about fucking you in every possible way,” he grunts. “And now I want all of New York to see it.”
I moan at his words, desperately wanting him inside of me. I arch back against him and in one swift movement, he pushes into me, stretching me. I gasp from the shock of pain that sears through me and he stills, letting my body adjust to his size.
“Shhh,” he whispers as he kisses the back of my neck. “It’s okay. Just give it a minute. You’re really fucking tight.”
I nod and let my body relax around him. It doesn’t take long before I’m urging him to move. His hands are everywhere, stroking up and down my spine, my neck, my breasts… my wetness pooling around his hard cock. He starts to move inside of me, gripping my hip forcefully to hold me in place. The combination of pleasure and pain is exquisite. His lips caress my shoulder as he pulls back and slams into me. I can’t help the feral moan that escapes my chest. It’s been so long since I was touched by a man and never did it feel like this.
“You like that?” he grunts, thrusting his hips harder.
“Yes,” I gasp, my breath fogging up the window in front of me.
His fingers move between my thighs, and he stills inside of me for a moment as he feels how drenched I am for him. And then his eyes are boring into the back of my head. I can’t tell what he’s thinking as I watch his reflection in the window, but soon enough it doesn’t matter.
He starts pounding into me with unrelenting thrusts, heaving my body forward with every slap of his flesh against mine. My insides quiver around him as he continues to palm my breasts in his hands. I have never felt anything like the combination of his rough fucking and gentle caresses. The pressure is building deep within me and I can’t hold back my moans.
It’s the first time I’ve had a cock inside of me that I can actually feel that edge. The one I so willingly want to dive off of. And I think I might scream if I don’t get this release. I want him to be the first person other than myself to make me come, and somehow I’m certain he won’t disappoint me. His lips move to my neck, sucking the delicate skin as his thumb finds my clit.