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They were like turbulent seas, deep and fathomless, and I lost myself in them. His gaze locked onto mine, intense and unyielding, and in that instant, the world around us seemed to fall away.
Then, without warning, he closed the distance between us. His lips found mine in a punishing kiss that stole my breath away. His kiss was a whirlwind that engulfed me, leaving no room for thought or resistance. His breath became mine. It was as if he was imprinting himself onto my very soul, marking me as his in a way that words could never achieve.
The intensity of the kiss drowned out everything else. His hands were firm on my back, pulling me closer, leaving no space, no air between us. I was lost in the taste of him, in the urgent press of his lips against mine. The world spun, and I spun with it, caught in the orbit of his overwhelming presence. It was a clash of souls, a battle and a surrender all at once, and I both loved and loathed it in the same breath.
Then he grabbed my dress and yanked it open, revealing the rest of me in a matter of seconds. I tried to knock his hands away, suddenly overwhelmed by anxiety and arousal, but it was like I was trying to bat away a fly. His grip was too strong, and in less than a blink of an eye, he’d stripped my dress off of my shoulders and tossed it to the floor. His arm wound around my waist, holding me in place as he unclasped my bra and tossed that aside too, leaving me in nothing more than a pair of ballet flats and my panties.
Somehow a part of me knew I wouldn’t be wearing those much longer either.
As his hands moved over me, there was a surprising roughness in his touch. His grip was firmer, more insistent than I had anticipated, betraying a raw, unbridled intensity that lay beneath his composed exterior. It was an intensity that spoke of deep passion and unrestrained desire, a side of him that was both startling and exhilarating at the same time.
“You make me crazy, Maci-girl,” he growled.
At first, the fervor of his handling took me aback, sending a jolt of surprise through my senses. But as the initial shock subsided, I found myself being drawn into the fire of his embrace. A part of me, a part I hadn’t fully acknowledged until now, reveled in this newfound intensity.
There was something undeniably thrilling about being wanted with such force, such ardor. It ignited a fire within me, a wild and untamed response that matched his own.
I embraced it.
He gripped my panties and yanked them so hard that the lace parted as though it was made of paper. I yelped as the fabric pinched at my swollen folds, and I pitched forward, but he was there to catch me. In a flash, he spun me back around and roughly bent me over the table. I tried to push up against the wooden surface, but his hand pressed down in the middle of my back, holding me firmly in place.
Fuck.
He was being way rougher than I thought he’d be. He was treating me like his little fuck doll, and there was something about that that made my insides burn with overwhelming desire.
His hand was like fire on the small of my back. I stole a heated breath, pushing against the table and trying to fight with everything I had left, which wasn’t a lot. Bent over the table like this, I was at a distinct disadvantage, and no matter how much strength I put into the fight, he easily held me in place. I snarled in response, and he pressed down a bit harder, like he was silently reminding me that he was in charge, and I was not.
It was maddening.
It was arousing.
It was fucking perfect.
CHAPTER 16
Maci
I shouldn’t want this. I shouldn’t want more of what he was giving me. I felt like a slut, more specifically, his slut, and my body came alive.
Every bit of me was vibrating with energy, and when I heard the sound of him unbuckling his belt behind me, it nearly undid me. The metallic click of the buckle being released was like a key turning in a lock, unleashing a flood of emotions and desires that I had tried so hard to keep at bay. It stripped away the last vestiges of my restraint, leaving me exposed, vulnerable, and achingly wanting.
Each second stretched into eternity as I waited, breathless and on the edge.
The fabric of his slacks rustled behind me, and the sound of his zipper going down made my heart pound frantically in my chest.
I could feel my wetness seeping down my thighs, practically dripping down my heated flesh. The cool air from the overhead fan brushed against my soaked pussy, making my face burn with a shameful heat. Why was I so aroused? Why did I want him to fuck me? Did I really want that?
Then all of a sudden, the heat of his cock brushed against my pussy and an involuntary moan broke free from my lips. My hips jerked, not away from him, but towards him, and I hated my body for giving away how much I wanted him.
The head of his cock pressed against my entrance. If I expected him to tease me or draw this out, I received none of that. Instead, he thrust into me hard and fast and took me far more brutally than I could have ever expected. With a shriek, I tried to crawl away, but my hips butted up against the table, and he plunged into me even deeper.
My pussy burned from his massive girth, stretched open wide without preparation, but my shame was a thousand-fold as my own wetness eased his journey inside of me. The wet squelch made my face burn hotter, and I hated that every inch of him felt just as good as I knew it would.
He fucked me hard though, far harder than I thought he would.
He pounded into me, sinking his full length inside me so firmly and so fast that his balls slapped against my wet folds, punishing my pussy with every inch of him. I thought he had fucked me senseless yesterday.
That paled in comparison to this.
