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Holy shit.
“Is that what you need, princess?” he rasps into my ear. I shudder when his hand slips up my inner thigh and cups my bare pussy. “To get fucked like you need?”
He strokes a finger through my lips, collecting my wetness before dancing closer to my clit. He rubs it in slow, deliberate circles, and my jaw falls open when he sinks two fingers deep into my pussy.
“Please—”
“Show me how bad you want it, princess.”
His hands slip from between my legs. I turn instantly, sinking to my knees in front of him. I look up at his clenched jaw and piercing blue eyes, my panties down and my dress still hiked up around my waist.
I wrap my small hand around Alistair’s massive, throbbing cock. My pulse skips and my core clenches tightly as I slowly stroke the hot velvety skin over the rock-hard iron underneath.
I wet my lips with my tongue and then raise up and forward to kiss the swollen crown of his cock. Alistair groans. I moan myself when he grabs a fistful of my hair.
“Open your mouth, baby girl.”
Fuck.
I do as he says, opening my mouth as wide as I can as he guides himself over my pouty lips. I drink in the way he hisses in pleasure as they close around him, and the thrill of tonguing his head as he tenses up is like the purest crack cocaine.
Alistair grunts as his grip on my hair tightens. His jaw grinds as he rocks his hips, shallowly fucking my mouth as my pussy starts to leak down my thighs.
“Good girls don’t get on their knees and let their bosses fuck their bratty mouths.”
I slurp wetly and loudly on him before I pull away with a lick.
“What makes you think I’m a good girl?”
“I don’t.”
“You want me to be your bad girl, sir?” I purr, looking at him with big, innocent eyes and pouty lips as I lean up to plant a kiss on the swollen head.
Alistair suddenly snaps, yanking me up off my knees and slamming me against the desk.
“You already fucking are.”
He spins me around and cups my pussy again. His fingers roll my clit as he sinks his thumb into me and drops to his knees. I yelp and moan when he spanks my ass once again, making the tender skin explode with heat before soothing it with his mouth.
His lips and tongue drag all over my ass, moving lower, until suddenly my eyes go wide when his tongue lands on my puckered little hole.
“Oh God…”
“It’s not God’s tongue in your ass that’s going to make you come for me, princess,” he growls. “It’s fucking mine.”
No preamble. He doesn’t “tease” my ass. He plants the tip against my hole and starts to snake it right in.
And my world. Fucking. Melts.
It’s so fucking sinful and dirty—so fucking wrong. But then, all of this is. All of “us”—whatever “we” are—is.
Maybe that’s actually what I’m addicted to. Maybe it’s the filthy, “wrong” thrill that makes me not just forget the past, but also not care about it. What draws me to this man like a moth to a flame.
It’s what has me burning for him, arching my back, and whining for more as he tongues my ass, fingers my pussy, and rolls my clit.
Alistair groans into me, the rumbling sound of his need for me sending me higher and higher as his mouth and his hands move all over me. His tongue swirls, and I choke back a silent scream as I feel my core begin to clench.
“Alistair…”
