Page 100 of Wright Together
“Flat on your back, legs spread wide, my hand on your throat.”
I pushed her the rest of the way down, my hand closing gently around her throat. I waited there. Not moving, except my thumb stroking her clit. I wanted to let go, to give her all of me exactly as I was. But I needed to make sure she was okay with it first. How wet she was told me everything I needed to know about the effect my words had on her body, but I needed to hear it from her mouth.
Eve shivered under my touch.
“If you want it,” I said.
“I want it,” she said, her voice heady and rough. “I want it all.”
“And this?” I asked as my grip tightened on her throat.
Her hand came over mine, and she squeezed. “Put your back into it.”
I grinned. “That’s my girl.”
I removed my hand from her panties to take my cock out from my suit pants. I stroked it up and down with her eyes on me, her legs spread, as I’d always envisioned. I pushed her panties aside, aligned our bodies, and crashed into her waiting pussy.
Her body rocked up the desk at my entry, but my hand held her pinned to the surface. And then I was fucking her. No graceful, gentle coddling. Nothing like what we’d experienced together under the trees after horseback riding in Midland. This was primal passion, delivered with brutal force and heady control.
Our bodies slapping together into the quiet, empty building was an orchestral crescendo to her orgasm. Her beautiful pants and whimpers and needy gasps—I loved every single one of them.
I had to force myself not to let go as she rode her high down on my cock. Her hand unknowingly clawing my hand that was still pinning her to the desk. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Her body writhing under me.
I wanted to finish off inside of her, but I needed another orgasm from her, and I was determined to get it.
She was still mewling like a kitten as I pulled out, grasped her hips, and flipped her over. I dragged her backward until her ass was level with my cock and plunged back inside of her.
“Oh,” she cried out. Her hand reached backward for me as I sank in to the hilt. “Please.”
“Grip the top of the desk.”
Her eyes flicked back to mine, but she slowly grasped the desk. One of my hands tangled in the dark oil-stained threads of her hair, tugging her chin upward and her head back. A grunt of approval came from her lips, and I lost it.
The beast uncoiled in my chest and released. I pumped into her, hitting her as deep as I could on each stroke. Her back arched, her ass high in the air, giving me the best view of my life—my cock sinking in and out of her sweet cunt.
“Fuck,” I growled as I felt her second orgasm hit long and hard.
I couldn’t hold on to my own for the life of me. Not like this, with her under my control and at my complete mercy. I slammed into her one more time and came hard and fast. Only when I was empty did I pull back and watch my cum slide out of her.
I didn’t know what came over me, but I slicked my finger through our mingled wetness and stroked it upward until it was poised over the pucker of her ass. She gasped but didn’t stop me. I pushed my wet finger down knuckle by knucle and watched as her body trembled.
“Fuck, baby,” I ground out. “Look at how perfect you are.”
“You…you’re going to make me come again.”
She pressed her ass back toward me, pushing my finger deeper into her. I added a second finger on her next push.
“My filthy girl.”
“Yours,” she agreed.
I withdrew my fingers to a whimpered protest and replaced it with my still-wet cock. Not inside, just stroking up and down between her ass cheeks. All those juices creating a slippery surface for me to press sweet friction against her hole.
“Whitt,” she gasped.
“Tell me what you want.”
“You.”