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But then she lowered her hips. I winced as she rubbed her crotch against my aching erection. Sweat poured down my back, and my body quaked with need.
“Moira,” I warned through gritted teeth, seconds from losing all control.
She leaned in until our lips were a breath apart. “You know you want to touch me, Ben.”
I shook my head. “No.” I wasn’t going to break, I wasn’t going to—“What the hell are you doing?”
“Showing you how much I want you,” she murmured and slipped the thong off to the side, giving me a prime view of her pussy.
I was beyond fucked.
She leaned back as she rocked and circled her hips. Planted her hands behind her on my knees. And proceeded to give me a lap dance unlike any I’d ever had. Every thought fled under the gyrating, undulating motion of her hips as she ground against my shaft. She was so wet she created a damp spot over my crotch.
Her gaze was hooded with incendiary desire. “Don’t you want to touch me? And put those big hands of yours to work. Touch me, Ben.” She gasped and writhed against me.
I gripped the metal chair legs so hard I bet I left distorted handprints. But I was fighting a losing battle.
Jesus fuck, I was tired of denying myself. Tired of holding her at a distance. Tired of saying I don’t want this—want her. When I have never wanted anyone the way I want this woman.
She filled me with a barbaric desire to ravish the fuck out of her and keep her locked in a tower. I wanted to beat to a bloody pulp any man who so much as looked at her, let alone touched her. Touched what’s mine.
And my desires made me a piss-poor friend. But I didn’t give a fuck. Not when this was exactly where I wanted to be.
Unable to withstand the torture any longer, I grabbed her face between my hands and kissed her savagely, imparting just how much I wanted her. I poured every ounce of sexual frustration into my kiss. I poured my heartache and sorrow into it. I poured my entire fucking being into kissing Moira.
And Jesus fuck, the woman kissed me back like she’d been starving. She gripped my hair so tightly I wondered if she’d wind up ripping it all out at the roots. But the pain combined with intense pleasure created a euphoria.
My hands traveled south until I gripped her taut ass and rocked against her. My cock throbbed against the confines of my jeans, aching to be inside her. Logic and reason fled the building. I was driven by pure carnal instinct. Her hands slid down my chest, and I bit back a growl that turned into a groan when she cupped me through my pants.
She was going to kill me. Or drive me insane. She was going to accomplish what insurgents hadn’t been able to achieve.
She defeated me.
And it was one time I would gladly surrender.
I groaned when her hands circled my shaft. She had me so twisted up I hadn’t even realized she’d undone my jeans. When she rubbed the head through her drenched folds, I ripped my mouth away and moaned her name that was part curse, part benediction. “Moira.”
With her gaze trained on my face, she slowly, inch by inch, took me inside until I was fully seated inside and bottomed out. Fuck, she was tight, like plugging my dick in a hot satin vise grip. We panted, staring at one another, the air thick with passion. I waited, unmoving, giving her body time to adjust to the intrusion.
But then I glanced down between our bodies. The sight of my shaft buried in her tight heat was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. “Fuck.”
“Yes. Please.”
I’d laugh if I could. If I wasn’t so far gone with lust, I would. But I couldn’t see anything but the woman in my arms and my raging desire to screw her blind until neither of us remembered our names.
She moved first, rocking her hips and establishing a slow rhythm. And I let her lead—for about thirty seconds. She’d been driving this train and I’d been along for the ride, but that ended now. I gripped her tight and stood.
“Ben.”
“Just hold on to me, honey,” I growled, marching until I had her body pressed against the nearest wall.
Slanting my mouth over hers in a torrid duel, I began to fuck her, pounding away inside her. The little sounds she emitted fueled my lust. I drove my cock into her harder. And she clung to me, meeting my thrusts. This first foray was only going to take the edge off. There would be another round now that we had ripped the bandage off. I couldn’t walk away from this, from her, not even with a gun to my head.
Through it all, Moira was present and actively participating. Undulating, slamming her hips against my pelvis as she took me inside. She’d battered at my defenses. But it had never been like this before. I’d never had my entire world overrun by someone. All thoughts except deriving as much pleasure from our bodies as humanly possible fled.
Using the wall for support, I hammered her pussy. She fluttered around my plunging staff, and I grunted at the building heat electrifying every molecule in my body. My climax neared at lightning speed. But I wanted to draw it out as long as I could. And I damn well wasn’t coming until she climaxed first. Emitting an impassioned snarl, I snaked a hand between our bodies, slick with a fine sheen of sweat. She had the most incredible body. I located her swollen clit and teased the bud with fast flicks.
Ending the kiss, I stared as I drove her body up and over. Her mouth rounded and face contorted as ecstasy ripped through her like a tidal wave.
