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“I love this view,” she says quietly.
“I know you do. I think it’s this view that made you stop trying to leave.” I chuckle.
“Among other things.” She shrugs on a giggle.
“Like what, sweet girl?” I nip at her shoulder and relish in the feel of her body tightening in my arms.
“The TV is pretty huge.”
“And?”
“The bed is a lot more comfortable than the one at my apartment.”
“What else, Emerson?” I growl.
“The company isn’t bad.”
“Sweet girl,” I warn.
“And you’re here,” she whispers.
“Sit on the edge of the desk and lean back.” I step away from her, depositing my glass on the side table to deal with later. All I can think about is her sweet pussy and taking her over the desk.
She looks like she’s about to say something but quickly thinks better of it, perching on the edge of the sturdy wooden desk as I prowl toward her. When I sit on the desk chair and spread her legs until they sit on the arms of the chair, I’m at the perfect height.
Even in the dimly lit office, I can see her glistening for me. Always ready for me to take her, as if her body knows I might need her at only a moment’s notice.
I start by kissing the inside of her silky thigh, then the other, before repeating the process over and over again. I’m not going to be able to go slow tonight, I won’t be able to hold her on the edge for as long as I usually like, but I can tease her a little, make her so desperate for my touch she can barely breathe without it.
Emerson buries her hands in my thick hair, trying to pull my face to where she wants me, but I don’t budge. I only give her as much as I’m willing to give, which isn’t much. I sink my teeth into the soft flesh and something between and a moan and a scream claws from her throat. She stopped trying to be quiet after the first few nights my family were staying with us, and I didn’t want to be the one to tell her our bedroom is soundproof and the office is on the opposite side of the penthouse to the bedrooms so them hearing us is unlikely.
Over and over again, I bite into her, needing to see my marks all over her milky white skin. The bruises I gave her the first night are long gone now and I feel the possessive urge to replace them as if those marks are what stake my claim on her.
Every time my teeth touch her thighs, she moans and her pussy gushes for me. She loves when I mark her. She loves the pain that morphs to pleasure. “You’re so wet for me, sweet girl.”
“Rayne,” the plea falls from her lips as her vibrant green eyes meet mine. Lust and need swirl around behind them, and it’s almost enough to break my resolve. Almost.
I drag my tongue up her thigh, lapping gently over the bite marks that are forming before repeating the same motion on the other side, but the closer my tongue comes to her center, the less control I have over my own actions and a moment later the path leads through her needy cunt.
“Fuck,” Emerson groans, her hips lifting from the desk.
“Stay still for me, sweet girl. I don’t want to have to restrain you,” I lie. I always want to tie her down. I always want to have her helpless beneath me. The feeling of power is addictive and I can’t get enough.
Emerson’s eyes flare at the threat and before she can think better of it, her hips move to meet my mouth again. My good girl loves testing the boundaries.
I reach into the bottom drawer of the desk and pull out a tie I keep there if I ever need to leave the penthouse quickly. In the blink of an eye, I’ve pulled my chair back, picked Emerson up from the edge of the desk and deposited her face down with both arms held behind her back.
“Rayne,” she moans.
Quickly, I tie her wrists at the base of her spine and swat her ass a few times for good measure. She hasn’t done anything to warrant an actual spanking, but I would be remiss not to give her a few when I know how fucking much she loves them.
I sink back into the desk chair and take a moment to enjoy the view. Emerson’s luscious ass is at eye level, her swollen pussy begging for my attention. I’ve thought about fucking her over this desk so many times since the first time we met, and I can’t fucking wait to take her sweet pussy.
I drag my tongue from her clit right to her puckered hole before repeating the process over and over until Emerson’s squirming. Her body shakes with the need to come, but she won’t be getting her release from my mouth tonight. I need to feel her wrapped around me so fucking badly that by the time she begs, I’ve already pushed my pants to my ankles and I’m sinking balls deep into her pussy.
“Fuck,” I grind out, holding myself as deep as I can manage. “Who does this pussy belong to, sweet girl?”
“You,” Emerson moans as she tries to push herself back, but I hold on to her hips tightly.
