He lightly brought down his palm on her naked thigh.
Her eyes popped wide at the slapping sound of skin against skin. It hadn’t hurt, but it’d been a mild remonstrance. She forced her writhing to still. The beast is feasting, and he doesn’t want to be disturbed. Even her humorous thought sent her into a deeper trance of lust.
Of forgetfulness.
Now that she was supporting herself, he used both of his hands to hold up her breasts, pushing them together. It was a lewd, blatant display of ripe sexuality. The mounds were pale compared to his hands and her tanned arms, chest, and shoulders. Her nipples were usually a delicate pink color, but the one that wasn’t in his ravening mouth at the moment was reddened, damp, and pebbled from his attentions. He ran his thumb over it while he greedily sucked, and Alice keened, twisting her hips against his cock. She was no better than an animal in heat in that moment.
Worse, because she had no excuse for her wantonness.
The next thing she knew, he was lifting her off the desk and turning her. She was growing used to the way he handled her. It wasn’t rough, by any means, but he never hesitated for a second in positioning her precisely how he wanted her. The combination of his single-mindedness and exacting strength was a potent aphrodisiac.
“What are you doing, squirming around like that, little girl?” he demanded roughly near her ear, a hint of dark amusement in his tone. His mouth moved on her neck. He bit gently on the shell of her ear and she cried out. She backed against him, finding what she wanted, grinding her ass against his cock. He was a full, delightful package, so primal, flagrant … male. She bared her teeth, desperate to rid him of the jeans and feel him, hot and hard, skin to skin. She reached around, her hand finding him, grasping the dense column through his jeans.
He groaned roughly and grabbed her hand. He placed it on the desk in front of her.
“Both hands on the desk,” he ordered. “Bend over.”
She did what he demanded, acquiescent because she felt him shift behind her and the movement of his hands between their straining bodies. He was freeing his cock.
He was going to give her what she wanted.
She looked over her shoulder, panting, hungry for the vision of him. Her own body blocked it, however. She saw his hands moving hastily between his thighs, unfastening his jeans. She turned around, reaching for him single-mindedly.
A surprised, stupid-sounding yelp popped out of her throat when she was suddenly spinning around again, and Dylan was placing her hands on the desk.
“Bend over,” he repeated, low and succinct near her ear. She complied, only because following his demand was a quicker method to attain her ultimate goal. Then his thumbs were hooking the waistband of her running shorts and panties. He jerked them downward in a perfunctory motion to her knees. The garments fell to her ankles.
“Step out of them,” he commanded gruffly.
She kicked aside her shorts and underwear, now nude save some bootie socks and her running shoes. He placed a hand on her lower back and pressed, urging her to bend over more. The head of his cock brushed against her ass. She moaned, heat rushing through her at the sensation of the bulbous smooth head and the sheer weight of his arousal. He held her hips and flexed. The long, thick shaft slid against her perspiration-damp naked skin. His rough groan fused with hers.
“Is that what you wanted?” he asked in a tight, feral tone as he continued to glide his taut, naked cock back and forth against her ass.
“Yes. Yes,” she assured, clamping her eyelids shut, overwhelmed by the raw intensity of the moment. Her hand rose from the desk and she began to reach behind her hip, craving the feeling of his cock in her hand. He was faster than her, though. He grabbed her wrist and placed it gently back on the desk.
“Keep your hands there, damn it. I’m about to burst for you,” he bit out roughly. Breathing raggedly, she followed his direction. He stroked her hip and ass. “Your skin is so soft. Such a beautiful color,” he said, as if forcing all the tension out of his tone. The heavy shaft of his cock thumped into the crack of her ass. He cupped the cheeks, molding the flesh around the shaft and sawed his hips back and forth. His groan sounded like it tore at his throat.
“You’re so sweet. I don’t know what the hell is happening here,” she heard him say thickly as he continued to pulse his cock in the furrow of her ass, “but you’re impossible to resist, Alice.”
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She made a desperate soughing sound, sensation flooding her. She was spinning out of control.
He thrust and squeezed her ass tighter against his cock. Then his hands were gone, and she made a muffled sound of bemusement.
“It’s okay,” he murmured from behind her. “Condom.”
He left his cock throbbing next to her ass, the sensation taunting her. She heard the sound of the condom package ripping. She bit her lip to cut off a sharp cry. The anticipation was killing her. It only grew worse when he rolled on the condom while his cock was still burning her skin. She felt his hand slide down the shaft, and then the hard, thick crown pressing against her slit. He pulled back one buttock, opening her further to him. He pressed. She gasped, her eyes springing wide as he slowly entered her body. He must have interpreted her loud exhale as a sign of discomfort, because he paused.
“Shhh,” he quieted, one hand making a soothing gesture at her hip while the other one cupped her ass and kept her in place for his possession. He pulsed his hips back and forth gently. Her flesh began to melt around him.
“That’s right,” he muttered, flexing until she gritted her teeth at the pressure and pleasure. He was patient, but firm, in gaining entrance. Determined. Again, she had that vivid imp
ression that once Dylan Fall started something, he never wavered.
She was glad. So glad.
“You’re so tight. So wet,” she heard him say as if through a tunnel.