I huff a small laugh and walk over to her, she refuses to believe me. “Yes. The world can know you’re mine.”
“Do you mean it?” she asks in a soft voice that displays her vulnerability. I hate that I ever made her feel so insecure.
I nod and whisper back, “Yes.” Her body relaxes somewhat, but she doesn’t respond.
“Do you want me, Rose?” I ask her, turning her in my arms and pulling her soft body into mine. “Because I sure as fuck want you.”
She braces herself with her small hands on my chest as she looks up at me with wide eyes. She nods, and breathlessly says, “Yes. I want you.”
I crash my lips against hers in a bruising kiss. The need to claim her has my dick hard as a fucking rock.
I pull away and tear at the sash around her dress, desperate to get it off. Her nimble fingers unbutton her dress fast enough to save it from being destroyed.
I pull back to look at her. Her tempting body in nothing but heels, a black bra and matching panties. Her chest rises heavily with quick breaths, and her face is flushed with desire.
Fucking gorgeous.
She quickly unbuttons my shirt, not waiting for me to act. I reach around, undoing her bra as she kneels on the floor, unbuckling and unzipping my pants with a desperate need. She tugs them down and releases my cock. My hands fist in her hair as she quickly takes the head of my dick into her mouth.
I groan, but I don’t let her take any more. I pull her off and step out of my pants. She waits on the floor, watching me, but not for long.
I reach down and pick her up in my arms. Her lips press against mine and she parts for me. My tongue massages along hers and the air turns hot between us.
My fingers curl around the flimsy lace and I easily shred them and toss them carelessly to the floor, not breaking our kiss.
I push her back against the wall for leverage so I can move one hand off her lush ass and down between us.
I slide my dick between her folds and then roughly push into her hot pussy.
She moans loudly, slamming her head against the wall. I leave open-mouthed kisses along her slender neck as I thrust up and into her welcoming heat.
“Mine,” I groan in the crook of her neck. She whimpers my name as I quicken my pace.
One of her heels falls to the ground with a loud bang as her feet dig into my ass, her legs wrapped tightly around my hips.
“Say it,” I command her.
“I’m yours!” she cries out with her head arched to the side. “I’m yours, Logan!”
Yes! I slam into her over and over. Each time the wall shakes, threatening to knock the frames off the wall.
I look to my left, to the large windows covered by blinds. I grab her ass with both hands and move us to them, opening the blinds and continuing to fuck her as her back hits the cold glass.
“Logan!” she cries out, her breasts pressed against my chest as I continue my relentless pace.
I pull out of her and turn her around, pushing her beautiful frame against the glass. We’re so high up I can barely make out the people below. But I want this.
“What are you doing?” she whispers, her voice laced with desire. I reach my hand around to her front and rub my fingers against her clit. She moans and tries to move away slightly. I slam my dick back into her and continue mercilessly stimulating her throbbing clit.
“I’m gonna make you mine, and the whole world’s gonna see it,” I growl.
“Oh, fuck,” she moans out, her hot breath leaving fog on the cold glass as her cunt clamps down on my dick.
Her eyes go half-lidded and her body tenses.
“Yes,” I breathe onto her neck, my lips just touching the shell of her ear. “Cum with me, my Rose,” and on my command her head falls back against my shoulder and I lose it. Everything in me comes undone as my orgasm races through my blood. I kiss her lips as my dick pulses deep inside of her.
We stay just like that for a long moment after, both of us trying to calm from the intensity of our orgasms.
I finally let her go and turn to grab a few tissues, cleaning her first and then my cock, which is still hard.
She walks to the corner and sags slightly, her legs still trembling as I gather our clothes.
I can’t stop watching her as I dress myself. Picking up the now-wrinkled shirt and slipping it on as my breathing tries to steady itself. We could stay here in the office, but I want to bring her home.
“Logan,” she says with great effort, finally picking up her bra and dress and slipping them on.
I smile down at her as she tries to speak. I walk over and hold her small body to mine. “Are you alright?” I ask. She leans into me and nods her head. I kiss her hair. “What did you need?” I ask.
She finally stands on her own, pushing me away slightly and pulling her hair out of her face. “Nothing,” she says with a small smile, shaking her head.
She picks up her heels and slips them on, giving me a sweet smile over her shoulder. I eye her, but leave it at that. I pick up my tie off the floor and shove it into my pocket.