He fisted his cock, stroking it as he guided her over him.
A moment later, she stared blindly out the window clutching his shoulders as he throbbed deep inside her. He urged her with his hands. Air popped out of her lungs as she began to rise and fall over him.
“That’s right,” he told her, his gaze glittering as he watched her. Still setting the pace with one hand cupping her ass, he ran a palm along the curve of her hip to her waist and along the side of her body. He caressed her neck and brushed her cheek. “So beautiful. You’re glowing, Alice” he muttered, seemingly transfixed.
“Dylan,” she whispered, laid wide open to him. He cradled a breast and whisked his fingertips over the crest. She whimpered in pleasure, her hips moving faster.
He caught her to him, his hands at her lower back. He impaled her and kept her fixed in place. She cried out when he took a nipple into his mouth, sucking her hotly. She squirmed in his lap. His greed excited her. He was hurting her a little with his brisk suck, but pleasuring her a lot. Her nails bit into dense shoulder muscles. She pushed, desperate to feel the friction of his cock.
He grunted and lifted his mouth for a moment. He grabbed her wrists and drew them to the small of her back. Alice arched her back, bobbing her hips subtly to get friction on her clit. He firmed his grip on both of her wrists and slapped her bottom.
“Why do you always have to be so bad?” he wondered before he spread his hand on her hip and applied pressure, stifling her wriggling. He’d said “bad” but the edge of lust in his tone made it sound like he’d said “good.” He sucked her other breast into his mouth, lashing the nipple with his tongue. Alice moaned uncontrollably. Her spine curved as she offered herself to him again.
His thick shaft filling her was driving her mad. It applied an indirect pressure on her clit. It was impossible not to try to shift her hips, but he held her fast. A sweat broke out on her chest and upper lip, the fever in her seeking an outlet. He continued to torture her breasts and sensitive nipples with his tongue and fingertips.
“Oh, please. Fuck me,” she begged, unable to stand it any longer. She strained against his hold on her wrists, longing to grip his shoulders so she could ride his cock. He tightened his hold on her.
He lifted his head and ran the tip of his firm tongue over her distended nipple. She quaked.
“You don’t want to fuck. You want to come,” he said. He grasped her hip and worked his thumb between her labia. He sucked her nipple back in to his mouth while he rubbed and pressed her clit. Alice jumped in his lap. He applied a firmer pressure on her hips, fixing her in place on his lap while he played with her.
While he made her burn. Her clit began to sizzle beneath the pad of his thumb.
“Oh no. No, I want to fuck,” she moaned, mindless with mounting pleasure. He continued lashing and sucking on her nipple, too focused on his task to pay her heed. “Dylan,” she cried out desperately after a moment.
He lifted his head and flicked at her nipple with his tongue. Alice’s feet curled in pleasure. “Come for me, and then I’ll give you what you want,” he assured before he ran his lips over her wet nipple slowly, as if he wanted to feel every tiny bump to the fullest. It was a sweet erotic gesture, making her clamp him tight inside her. He cursed under his breath.
“Come for me, Alice.”
The hand gripping her hip pressed down and then lifted her slightly, urging her. He granted her enough movement that she could bob a mere inch up and down on his cock. When she recognized the freedom, she shifted her hips rapidly, riding him. Her tensing bottom slapped against his hard thighs, the fast, staccato rhythm betraying her desperation. His thumb moved faster on her clit, a slick, firm command.
“Oh—”
He released her wrists and pushed her roughly to him. His mouth covered hers as she began to shudder in climax. He pushed his tongue between her lips, greedily eating her cries and whimpers as pleasure shook her. She was still coming when he lifted her off him. The deprivation was cruel. She cried out at the loss.
“Hold on,” he said tensely. He moved to the edge of the chair and stood, lifting her with him. When her feet touched the oriental carpet, he turned her so that she faced the desk. He pushed lightly at her shoulders, urging her. “All the way down,” she heard him say. Panting erratically, she pressed her forearms, cheek, breast, and belly to the scattered Durand reports on his blotter, her bottom curving over the edge of the desk. The paper and blotter felt cool against her aroused nipples and hot cheek.
Then he was entering her. She gasped loudly at the impact.
He set a fast, forceful pace from the first. Instinctively, she reached above her head and gripped the far edge of the desk. Her lips parted and a shaky moan slipped between them. Her eyes rolled back in her head as pressure and pleasure pummeled her consciousness. Once he was ready, Dylan always ended up giving her exactly what she wanted.
He grunted roughly and grasped her ass tighter, serving her to his thrusting cock.
“Is this what you wanted, little girl?” he bit out between the lewd slaps as their bodies crashed together.
“Yes.”
He slipped his hand beneath her lower thigh, still thrusting his cock in and out of her. He lifted her leg, forcing her knee to bend. Alice guessed his intent and put one knee on the top of the desk, opening her body even more to him. He plunged deep, and she cried out at the fresh burst of friction and harder pressure. He fucked her faster.
“You make me crazy,” he said from behind her, his tone harsh from driving lust. He grunted in pleasure, and the imagined vision of his focused, controlled savagery leapt into her mind’s eye. He thrust using nearly the entire length of his cock, his strong arms propelling her, crashing her body into him in a brutally concise counter rhythm to his hips. She clamped her eyes shut, overwhelmed by sensation, emotion ready to spill out of her at any moment.
“Tell me,” he demanded. “Tell me again.”
“I . . . love . . . you,” she gasped as he pounded into her.
His hands came down next to her elbows on the desk. He thrust at a downward angle, his strokes shorter and faster, their bodies smacking together. He shook her to her very core.
“Oh God,” she moaned, gripping the desk like she thought her life depended on it.