hoped it meant he felt it, too. Whatever connection they had, whoever they were meant to be to one another.
William looked down, entranced by the way his cock disappeared into her cunt, by the way her body opened to admit him.
Christ, she was hot. Hot and beautiful and alluring. Addictive even. Her taste lived in him now, like it was meant to be there, and he knew he should be disconcerted by it, but he couldnât find the place to feel it.
Instead all he felt was the velvet-inferno clasp of her inner walls as she adjusted around him. Until that moment heâd avoided looking her in the eyes, but once he did, she snared him and he couldnât look away. Even as it felt like she saw straight to his very soul.
He thrust deep, aching to bury himself in her as completely as he could and not knowing why. Over and over he pistoned into her cunt, wishing the complicated bodice of that sexy dress she wore could open so he could see her breasts bounce with the movement.
Next time. Next time heâd peel every article of clothing off. Take his time as he tasted every bit of her beautiful body from her toes to the top of her head.
Christ, where did that come from? No next time! There shouldnât even be a this time, but heâd be damned if he hadnât taken her when sheâd stood, her fingers buried in her cunt, begging him to.
What sane man could turn down this woman beneath him? Her green eyes, pleasure-blurred as she looked up at him, into him.
She wrapped her long legs around him, holding him close, keeping his thrusts as deep as he needed. William was glad they were in accord on that issue.
She writhed, her back against the cool, hard surface of the desk as he loomed over her. His handsome, elegant face morphed into a mask of savage, feral sexuality and she loved it. Wanted more. Loved knowing she brought that change.
He fucked into her body with hard, deep thrusts, delighting her. Many men didnât fuck that hard, or if they did, they lacked the finesse to give that little rotation of the hips he gave on each forward thrust so his pubic bone crushed into her clit over and over.
âFinger your clit. Make yourself come, Nell. I got impatient before, but I want it now.â
Nell watched, fascinated, as a bead of sweat rolled down his temple, even as she brought her fingers to her mouth, wetting them before she took them to her clit.
Their gasps were in unison as she made that first contact, felt her inner muscles contract around his cock.
His eyes were beautiful and filled with so many things. Pain. Fear. Lust. Amusement. Arrogance. All Nell could hope was that the latter were due to her, but not the former. She didnât want to make him afraid, she wanted to make him want to take chances and leap even when heâd only known her a few days.
Her system responded, nerves quickening as her pleasure built. âHarder.â
He cursed, but kept his pace.
âDonât hold back. Harder.â She didnât want his control. Wanted him to stop hiding behind it, wanted to see him crack and show how much she affected him.
With a moan laced with surrender, he pulled nearly all the way out and plunged in again, moving her body up and pulling her back down as he retreated. Bright spots of pleasure burst against her momentarily closed eyelids. Over and over he drove into her body, hard and fast, his control ribboned away. When she opened her eyes again heâd let his head fall back.
The wall holding her climax back fell and it filled her, coursing through her system until she knew nothing but that exquisite contact made from cock to cunt and her soul to his. She breathed him in as he groaned and came, leaning over her, his mouth next to her ear.
Not caring what he thought, she gave in to temptation and licked up the line of his neck from the collar of his shirt. Salty, warm, a bit spicy. Oh, sweet heaven, she was a total goner.
* * *
Once he got his breath back, he straightened and
William looked down, entranced by the way his cock disappeared into her cunt, by the way her body opened to admit him.
Christ, she was hot. Hot and beautiful and alluring. Addictive even. Her taste lived in him now, like it was meant to be there, and he knew he should be disconcerted by it, but he couldnât find the place to feel it.
Instead all he felt was the velvet-inferno clasp of her inner walls as she adjusted around him. Until that moment heâd avoided looking her in the eyes, but once he did, she snared him and he couldnât look away. Even as it felt like she saw straight to his very soul.
He thrust deep, aching to bury himself in her as completely as he could and not knowing why. Over and over he pistoned into her cunt, wishing the complicated bodice of that sexy dress she wore could open so he could see her breasts bounce with the movement.
Next time. Next time heâd peel every article of clothing off. Take his time as he tasted every bit of her beautiful body from her toes to the top of her head.
Christ, where did that come from? No next time! There shouldnât even be a this time, but heâd be damned if he hadnât taken her when sheâd stood, her fingers buried in her cunt, begging him to.
What sane man could turn down this woman beneath him? Her green eyes, pleasure-blurred as she looked up at him, into him.
She wrapped her long legs around him, holding him close, keeping his thrusts as deep as he needed. William was glad they were in accord on that issue.
She writhed, her back against the cool, hard surface of the desk as he loomed over her. His handsome, elegant face morphed into a mask of savage, feral sexuality and she loved it. Wanted more. Loved knowing she brought that change.
He fucked into her body with hard, deep thrusts, delighting her. Many men didnât fuck that hard, or if they did, they lacked the finesse to give that little rotation of the hips he gave on each forward thrust so his pubic bone crushed into her clit over and over.
âFinger your clit. Make yourself come, Nell. I got impatient before, but I want it now.â
Nell watched, fascinated, as a bead of sweat rolled down his temple, even as she brought her fingers to her mouth, wetting them before she took them to her clit.
Their gasps were in unison as she made that first contact, felt her inner muscles contract around his cock.
His eyes were beautiful and filled with so many things. Pain. Fear. Lust. Amusement. Arrogance. All Nell could hope was that the latter were due to her, but not the former. She didnât want to make him afraid, she wanted to make him want to take chances and leap even when heâd only known her a few days.
Her system responded, nerves quickening as her pleasure built. âHarder.â
He cursed, but kept his pace.
âDonât hold back. Harder.â She didnât want his control. Wanted him to stop hiding behind it, wanted to see him crack and show how much she affected him.
With a moan laced with surrender, he pulled nearly all the way out and plunged in again, moving her body up and pulling her back down as he retreated. Bright spots of pleasure burst against her momentarily closed eyelids. Over and over he drove into her body, hard and fast, his control ribboned away. When she opened her eyes again heâd let his head fall back.
The wall holding her climax back fell and it filled her, coursing through her system until she knew nothing but that exquisite contact made from cock to cunt and her soul to his. She breathed him in as he groaned and came, leaning over her, his mouth next to her ear.
Not caring what he thought, she gave in to temptation and licked up the line of his neck from the collar of his shirt. Salty, warm, a bit spicy. Oh, sweet heaven, she was a total goner.
* * *
Once he got his breath back, he straightened and
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