The tattoo was exactly the same as Micah’s and Victor’s.
Luke moved behind me, and my thoughts where shaken from me when I felt his breath on my thighs. His powerful hands grabbed my ass, spreading me wide, and before I knew it, I felt his hot wet tongue drag through my folds. I whimpered, clawing at the desk as he pushed his tongue deep inside, his groans vibrating through me. He moved down, sucking my clit and flicking it with his tongue. He moved higher, and I cried out as that wicked tongue swirled over my asshole. I gripped the edge of the desk tightly, my back arching as I pressed back into him.
Wanting more.
Craving more.
Luke tongued my ass another few seconds before he pulled away, and when I felt him climb onto the desk behind me, my whole body shivered.
“You’ve had my friends,” he growled, his muscled legs brushing my ass and the thick head of his cock teasing up the inside of my thigh.
“But this time” he growled. “This time, you’re going to be mine.”
His cock centered on my pussy, and his thick head spread my lips as he pushed forward. One hand slid up into my hair, wrapping it in his fist and tugging as the other gripped my hip tight.
“And now, beautiful,” Prince Luke purred into my ear, his thick, pulsing head just inside of me.
“Now, I’m going to fuck you like you deserve to be fucked.”
I screamed as he drove in all the way to the hilt in one stroke, the pleasure exploding through me. He pulled back, only to drive in all the way all over again, his heavy balls hitting my clit and his cock stretching me wide. I cried out, raking my nails across his desk as he began to fuck me like an animal, his hips slamming against my ass. His hand held my hair tight, just enough to make me gasp and send adrenaline roaring through me.
He ground in deep, and when his hand came down with a smack against my ass, I lost it.
I screamed my release into his office — thankful that his guards weren’t by the door, but honestly knowing I’d have screamed anyways even if they were. The orgasm tore through me, taking the breath from my body and sending me reeling as his cock drove into me again and again. My legs gave out, collapsing me onto the desk in a panting, trembling puddle.
…But the prince wasn’t done.
He started to fuck me faster and deeper, nailing me to the desk beneath me as his hands held me tight. I cried out again and again, one climax tumbling into another as my gorgeous, dominant boss fucked me like I belonged to him — like I was his to take.
And I loved it.
I screamed for more, not even myself as I begged him to go harder, and faster, and deeper — writhing across his desk as his big dick pistoned into me over and over.
“Do you feel that, beautiful?” he groaned into my ear. “That’s me making you mine. I’m going to fill this little pussy with my cum now.” He growled, pulling a gasp from my lips as he drove in deep. “You’ve had Micah and Victor, but this time, it’s going to be my cum that you feel filling you to the brim. This time, it’ll be me that leaves you bow-legged, and marked, and wanting more. This time it’s me that claims you.”
I moaned, clawing at his desk and feeling another climax about to explode through my body.
“Is that understood?” he growled, hammering his words home with his cock filling me to the hilt.
“Yes, sir,” I gasped, my whole world about to shatter. “Please.”
“Please what, Ms. Carlson,” he groaned into my ear, his cock a blur as he drove himself in and out of my dripping slit.
“Please come in me!”
The words are what did it, I think. It was my submissive begging for his cum that shoved me over the edge of my final climax, sending me reeling and screaming as the orgasm tore through me.
Prince Luke roared, grabbing my waist tight and driving his cock as deep as he could. I could feel him throbbing deep inside me, and I cried out as I felt his hot sticky cum explode deep inside of me.
I was trembling, barely able to even suck in a breath of air as he slowly came to a stop. He moved us, turning us both over onto our sides right there on his huge wooden desk in his royal office.
His cock stayed firmly inside of me.
I panted in my aftershocks, feeling his powerful arms wrap around me and pull me tight, his hands soothing my skin. He was also still completely hard inside of me.
We lay there for a while, just finding our breaths and waiting for pulses to come back to a normal level. Slowly, he withdrew, and helped me up from the desk.
“And what do you think you’re doing?”
I trembled at his words in my ear, his body pressing against mine from behind as I’d been reaching for my clothes.
“Oh, I—”
I frowned, looking down and doing everything I could to ignore the thought that was roaring to get free.
…The thought that knew that hadn’t just been mind-blowing sex. The thought that knew that’d felt a whole lot like something more.
But that was an absurd, silly, naive thought, and I knew it. Luke was a prince after all, and gorgeous, and rich, and powerful, and had a cock molded from a god's. And in all likelihood, he’d done this to a long, storied string of “personal assistants.”
I just happened to be the newest one.
It stung a little, but I knew it had to be the case. And with that, I knew it was time to leave now.
“I just thought I’d be—”
“Going?”
He turned me in his arms, his brow furrowing as he looked down into my eyes. A small smirk teased the corners of his lips.
“You think I do this all the time, don’t you?”
I blushed at his guessing my thoughts, rolling my eyes a little.
I shrugged, forcing a small smile. “You’re a prince, after all,” I said quietly. “Rich, and powerful, and gorgeous, and—”
“Gorgeous, huh?”
He grinned, and I stumbled over my words, biting my lip as I grinned back.
“You know what I mean, I just assume this—”
“Ms. Carlson,” he said quietly, his big arms wrapping tight around me as he pulled me tight to his hard, chiseled, warm body.
“Let me assure you that fucking my personal assistant across my desk in my royal office is something I’ve never done.”
A smile teased his lips again as he saw the surprise in my eyes.
“Do you know who my PA was before you?”
I shook my head.
“Leon.”
I snorted a laugh, covering my mouth in embarrassment.
“Solid, loyal subject. Terrible personal assistant. I would assume fucking him on top of my desk would be far less enjoyable, though I can promise I’ve got no actual experience to say that with certainty.
I laughed again, melting against him. The glow teased through me as I looked up into his eyes, suddenly seeing him in a whole new light. He wasn’t just the hard, dominant, sex god who’d just rocked my whole world. He was also endearing, and soft, and warm, and funny, and tender.
“So, to you thinking you’d ‘just leave,’ let me just say ‘not a fucking chance.’” he purred into my lips, leaning down and kissing me deeply.
“You’re mine now.”
My pulse thudded as I swallowed, the heat coursing through me.