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The silky material grows wetter with each suck, hard and hot pulls destined to leave hickeys after them, the combined sensation having the power to make me come from this stimulation alone. He lavishes my breast with attention before skating his mouth to the other nipple, repeating his action and thrusting his hips into me, the texture of his pants rubbing against my panties. The pain only enhances my pleasure.
His hands grip my thighs, keeping them in place and not allowing me to move while desire consumes me, urging me to end all of this and have him take me right here and act on all the vows he made. “Octavius, stop.” My voice sounds weak, and he chuckles, the vibration sending prickles all over me as heat shoots through me. He finally skates his mouth upward until his hot breath fans my lips. I whisper, “Grovel with your cock.” I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I tighten my hold on him, shifting a little on the desk, opening wider for him. “Please.” One of my hands falls between us, my fingers dancing over his thick bulge, and my core clenches, imagining it stretching and entering me. He growls into the embrace. “Make me yours right here and now.”
“You’ve been mine since my eyes landed on you, kitten.” Our eyes meet, and he raises me up a bit on the table, locking us in a hot yet short kiss I barely have time to enjoy. I huff when my back connects with the desk again as he looms above me, his skin glistening with sweat. “I’ll fuck up a lot in the future.” He skims his mouth from my collarbone to my breasts, giving light licks and then drifting lower, my stomach dipping under his touch while his hands lift the hem of the dress even higher until his thumbs hook into the waistband of my panties. “And I’ll always grovel with my mouth first, kitten.” He slowly drags them down and puts them inside his pocket, hissing through his teeth. “Look at you all dripping for your man. Twenty-four hours without me, and your pussy is already addicted to what I can give it.” He slides his palm under my ass, lifting my center closer to his mouth. His breath fans my most intimate part, making me grab the edge of the table, my whole body tensing as his words light me up. “Only me,” he whispers possessively, rubbing his stubble inside my thigh before sucking on the flesh. I jerk, but his strong grip holds me in place. He repeats the action with the other one before zeroing his gaze in on my core. “Watch me grovel, kitten.” I cry out when he covers me with his mouth, stabbing his tongue between my folds and roaming inside me while blissful sensations rock my entire being.
Gripping the desk’s edge tighter, I welcome each swipe of his tongue, apologizing and staking a claim over me at the same time while creating a bubble around me that imprisons me in pleasure and lust so strong, I might burst at any moment. “Octavius.” He places my hips back on the desk, and I gasp when his palms glide on the inside of my thighs, opening me wide for his sinful mouth while his tongue continues to swirl inside me. He licks me from bottom to top, trapping my clit between his lips, and I moan, my thighs clamping around his head as heat rushes over me. He flicks my clit, sucking on it hard while slipping two fingers inside me, stretching me.
Arching my back, I fist his hair, my heel digging into his back while I slowly move in time with his fingers, finding the much-needed rhythm for the friction. Lust consumes me, gliding over me and making my skin burn while the heat intensifies.
I groan in protest when he removes his fingers, only to moan again as he drags his tongue back, driving it inside me, mimicking the hard thrusts I know he’s capable of delivering and pushing me closer to an orgasm, I can almost touch.
He can grovel like this all he wants in the future.
“Octavius,” I whisper, the pleasure growing with each passing second and threatening to crush me in the most sweetest and hottest way. I slowly grind on his tongue, needing my release more than my next breath. “No, no, no,” I mutter when he licks my lower lips, one by one before biting on them hard and then licking again, playing with my clit while his fingers enter me, only adding to the desire polluting my mind. “Please.” I’m not sure what I’m asking for right now.
For him to continue and make me come on his mouth or stop and fuck me hard in this office where anyone can come in at any minute? And the worst part?
I don’t even care.
“What do you want, kitten?” His lips tickle me as he rubs his whole face on me, and his fingers abandon me once again while he replaces them with his tongue, my core clenching around the velvet texture.
“You. I want you to fuck me.”
He gives one long lick and straightens up, his lips glistening with me as he holds my gaze. I watch him take out a foil packet from the back of his pants as he lowers the zipper, and his hot cock comes into view, making everything inside me clench.
I wish to trace the vein pulsing on his thick flesh with my tongue, licking the head clean and finally finding out what his desire for me tastes like. I wiggle my fingers, reaching out to it, but he shakes his head. “No, kitten.” He rips the packet open with his teeth while gripping his length, stroking it from base to tip before rolling a condom on it. “You’ll wrap this pretty mouth around my dick soon, though.” A moan slips past my lips. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, kitten?”
The promise ignites me even more, zapping hot sensations enveloping me whole while something inside me grows and grows, ready to erupt at any moment, yet I lack the push that it needs to find the bliss. “Stop talking,” I say, and he chuckles, clenching my dress and pulling me upward before gripping my thighs. I gasp when the tip of his length graces my slit, dragging up and down and driving me insane. “I hate you.”
We both know it’s a lie as my whole body cries out for him. I hug him closer, marveling at his muscles and rugged skin because it leaves no doubt that this man can protect me.
He’s a warrior.
My warrior.
“Do you?” I nod and throw my head back when he nips on my neck, bestowing small kisses on my throat and collarbone while continuing to sway his hips, the tip entering me a little but not giving me any relief. He skates his mouth up, nipping on my chin, and whispers over my lips, “Who do you belong to, Isla?” he asks, tickling me, and we share a breath while we both freeze. “Tell me, kitten.” Another soft sway, his length teasing me even more, and my toes curl inside my heels, making me wrap my legs tighter around him. “Who?” he asks again, his fingers digging deeper while we both pulse with desire and need so strong everything disappears around me but this man.
I should be scared and tell him something snarky, scream once again that I belong to myself and cannot trust him with my heart yet.
Or give him any permanent right over me after he behaved the way he did yesterday.
Sex is not enough of a grovel!
Even to my own mind, though, it all sounds like excuses, prolonging the inevitable.
Because I’m his, and if I ever belonged to anyone in my miserable and sorrow-filled life…it’s him.
Gathering all the courage I can muster, I whisper, “You. I’m yours.”
He captures my mouth in a deep kiss, swallowing my scream in his throat when he thrusts hard into me, shaking the table underneath me and stretching me to the brink.
Lacing my fingers in his hair, I press him closer and angle my head back, allowing him deeper access to me while we both still and take in this moment of connection.
He’s right.
Twenty-four hours without him after knowing what it’s like to have him is too much.
He pushes back only to drive into me again, fire spreading in my veins and flaring everything inside me. The pressure in me grows, urging me to meet his every hard thrust as he enters me harder and harder while holding my mouth prisoner, bruising it, yet I welcome all of this.
