Page 93 of Beautiful Scars

She shakes her head quickly, eyes still squeezed tightly. “You wouldn’t.”

“I can do this all night,” I tell her, nuzzling at her neck and pinching the soft skin there.

She cries out. “Stop. I’ll fucking peach you so help me—”

I cut her off by slamming into her properly this time. Hard and brutal.

Her moan is enough to tell me she loves it.

So I do it again.

Now she’s the one kissing me. Straining her neck. One hand holds her up off the desk and the other one reaches around, trying to pull me closer to her. I catch her lips while I slam into her, but it’s impossible to go fast at this angle.

And I need to fuck her fast.

Now that I’ve started, wild horses couldn’t stop me.

I force her head against the desk again and pull her hips up, positioning her better.

Then I drive into her, again and again. Harder and harder.

I can go all night? Arrogant bastard. Fuck if I can go for the next five minutes.

I lift one of her knees up onto the desk and reach around her body, fingers working her clit until she’s whimpering.

“You’d better fucking come for me,” I bark at her.

It takes her a minute, but I watch her as her muscles contract and she throws her head back, trembling. I lean down, squeezing her tightly, and tell her what a good girl she is.

Then I fuck her into the desk. Brutally. Until I practically choke on my own orgasm. I bite down on her neck while I come inside her, and her hands reach up and hold me there.

She holds me there for a long time after, both of us trying to catch our breath.

When I finally pull out and zip up my trousers, her eyes are closed and she’s trembling. I scoop her up in my arms and she buries her face into my chest.

“Will you stay with me tonight?” she whispers.

I lean down and kiss her forehead. “You know I will.”