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“So am I.” With my arm supporting her middle, I guide her until her chest presses against the cool desk. She shudders from the change in temperature then I lean over her, covering her back with my front. She hums with pleasure and I press my erection against her ass. “I want all of you.” I palm her ass with my hands. “I want to show you what pleasure is, teach you what your body can do and feel. I want you writhing beneath me, screaming because it feels too good.”
“I want that.” My beautiful gift wriggles her pretty hips against my cock. I groan and reach down, unbuttoning my pants to release my dick.
“I’m going in bare, sugar. I want you to feel me in your womb as I take you as mine.”
“Yes.” She pushes her ass against me, and I almost come with excitement. “Yes.”
“Sugar,” I murmur, my lips against the lobe of her ear while my fingers find her clit. “What you do to me.” I rub my erection against her ass, the throb killing me. “I’m going to make you come so hard you’ll never be able look at another man.”
“I don’t want anyone else. I only want you.”
Music to my ears.
EMMA
“Lincoln!” I’m on the verge of coming, and I don’t think I can stop. I need him inside me. Need him to fill that ache that is begging for his entry. I’ve always thought there was something wrong with me for being uninterested in men my own age. But then I saw Lincoln Maverick and I understood that I was craving the touch of a man far older than me with enough experience to know exactly what I need. I need him.
“OK, sugar,” he says as he lines up the wide head of his cock and sinks into me in a slow and deliberate way. “Breathe and relax. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Fuuuck,” I gasp, my insides burning and stretching. It’s a mixture of pleasure and pain, and I didn’t expect it to be like this. There’s a sting that makes me gasp and Lincoln stills while he presses soft kisses to my shoulder and whispers that I’m doing great. His praise means the world to me, the gift I’d been craving, and suddenly I’m ready for more and wriggle my hips. “Move in me, please.”
“If it’s too much, tell me and I’ll stop.”
“OK. I’m ready. I want more.”
He releases a long hum as he pushes in further, my insides stretching, stretching until he’s all the way in then he pauses and releases a moan. “I knew you’d be a perfect fit,” he says, leaning over me to find my mouth. He turns my chin and kisses me long and hard. My head spins and my body relaxes around the feeling of him, filling me like an overflowing stocking. Then he starts to move, and I think I might die from the pleasure of it.
“Oh god. Oh god,” I whimper, close to exploding.
“Spread your legs wider, sugar. Let me deep inside of you.”
I widen my stance without question, opening myself up to him, allowing him to touch me deeper than I knew I could be touched. It feels wonderful, and I catch myself wishing I’d handed my resignation in earlier. If I’d known this would be my reward, I’d have quit on that first day. His dick is glorious.
“I’m going to come. I can’t stop,” I call out, not caring about the fact we’re on his desk and the office door is open. It’s Christmas morning, and there’s no one around. It’s just us, being all a clatter on the shiny oak surface.
“Hold on, sugar. Hold on.”
I grit my teeth and whimper as he rears back and thrusts deep and hard, hitting that spot the books talk about that makes my eyes roll in the back of my head and a long moan escapes my body. My orgasm teeters on the edge, teasing me with its power as I hold on for as long as I can, wanting desperately to finish together. I need him to tell me I can let go.
“Come, sugar.” His voice comes out strained and gruff as he picks up the pace. Knowing it’s my body doing that to him, pushes me over the edge.
“Lincoln!” The moment I cry out his name, he smothers my sound with a kiss. Wave after wave of pleasure rolls and quakes within my body, echoing in his mouth as he kisses me and kisses me, slower, softer, until my pants become breaths and we still.
“Holy fuck,” he gasps. “That was unbelievable. You feel amazing, sugar, and I’m the lucky guy who gets to call you mine.”
“Do you mean that?” I ask, still trying to find my breath.
“I do. This place.” He pauses and looks around his office. “It’s over for me. I want you to be my future.”
A smile takes over my features. “Can I still call you, sir?”
He chuckles and bites the skin on my shoulder playfully. “You can call me anything you like.”
LINCOLN
After cleaning ourselves up, we walk out of the office hand in hand with smiles on our faces. It’s tough saying goodbye to something that was a huge part of my life for so long, but with the woman of my dreams on my arm, there’s nothing in this world I can’t face. When we hit the sidewalk, I stop and take one last look at the building that was once my legacy, one final goodbye.
“What did you mean before when you said this place was over for you?” Emma asks, looking deep into my eyes. She’s so angelic that I could set her atop my Christmas tree and want for no other decoration. I reach out and brush the backs of my fingers over her cheek.
