I grip myself, already slick with precum, and line up at the entrance of her pussy, and just the heat of her against me makes my jaw clench so hard. Her wetness coating my tip, dripping down, and my whole body shudders with the effort of not just slamming forward.
“Look at you,” I murmur, running my hands up her inner thighs slowly, feeling the softness of her skin, the way shetrembles under my touch. “So wet for me. So ready. You want my cock, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she breathes. “God, yes. Please.”
“Then you’re going to be a good girl and do exactly what I tell you.” I grip her thighs harder, spreading her even wider. “Can you do that for me?”
“Yes,” she gasps. “Anything. I’ll do anything.”
“That’s what I like to hear.” I slide one finger through her wetness, gathering it, feeling how soaked she is. “Now lean back. I want you to watch while I fill you up. I want to see your face when you take every inch of my cock.”
She nods, still biting her lip, and I push in slowly. Just the tip. The sensation makes every muscle in my body tense and I have to force myself not to slam in, not to take her the way every instinct is screaming at me to.
“Oh God,” she gasps, her back lifting slightly off the desk. One hand shoots out to grip my forearm, nails digging in hard enough to leave marks, and I fucking love it.
I grit my teeth and go slow, watching her face closely. Her mouth opens and her eyes go wide.
“Fuck,” she whispers, looking up at me with those huge eyes, completely spread open for me on this desk, vulnerable and trusting and so fucking beautiful. “You’re really—God, you’re so big. I don’t know if?—”
The words send a bolt of pride and possession straight through me. “You can take it,” I tell her firmly, pushing deeper, watching her eyes flutter. “I know you can. Your body’s made for this. Made for me.” I push in another slow inch. “Feel how wet you are? How you’re opening up for me? Your pussy wants my cock, Lark. It’s pulling me in.”
She moans at my words, and I feel her clench around me, trying to pull me deeper.
“That’s it,” I groan. “Just like that. Open up for me.”
“Yes,” she moans. Her tongue meets mine, desperate and needy. She’s kissing me back like she’s drowning and I’m air. When I pull back, her lips are swollen and wet, and she’s panting harder.
Her chest rises and falls rapidly, her breasts brushing against my chest with each breath. I push in another inch, slowly, giving her body time to adjust. She’s so hot around me, so slick and tight, and the feeling is overwhelming.
“Please,” she gasps. “Please don’t stop. I need more.”
“More?” I push in another inch, slowly, giving her body time to adjust even though it’s killing me. “You sure you can handle more?”
“Yes! God, yes, please?—”
“Greedy girl,” I murmur, but I’m smiling. She’s so hot around me, the feeling is overwhelming, almost too much. “You want all of me?”
“Yes,” she moans. “I want to feel all of you. Want to be completely full.”
“Then take it,” I say, and push in deeper. “Take my cock. Show me how much you want it.”
She gasps, her whole body shuddering, and I can feel her trying to relax, trying to open up for me. “It’s so much. You’re so much?—”
“You’re doing so fucking good,” I tell her, my voice ragged with praise, with desire. “Look at how well you’re taking me. Look at how your pussy is stretching around my cock. So perfect. Made for this. Made for me.”
The praise makes her clench around me and I have to stop moving completely and breathe through it. “Fuck, don’t do that or I’m not going to last.”
“Don’t do what?” she asks, and she’s looking at me like she knows exactly what she’s doing to me. Then she does it again.Deliberately. Testing me. Teasing me. The little smirk on her face is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
“You’re going to pay for that,” I growl, and thrust in the rest of the way in one motion.
“Yes!” she cries out, loud and unrestrained, her back arching so hard she lifts off the desk completely. I stay buried as deep as I can go, letting her feel every inch of me, letting her body adjust to being completely full. I lean down and kiss her, hard and possessive, tasting the salt of sweat on her lips.
When I pull back I say, “You look perfect like this. Spread out on this desk with my cock buried inside you. Fucking perfect.”
“Fuck, yes,” she gasps. “Like that. Please, just like that and?—”
I lean down and capture one nipple in my mouth, sucking hard, and she cries out, her hands flying to my hair, holding me there. I bite down gently and she moans, lifting up and pushing her breast further into my mouth. I move to the other one, giving it the same attention, marking her, claiming her, making sure tomorrow when she looks in the mirror she’ll see evidence of me everywhere.
