A second later, her back is free, open for my hands. I shove the dress off her, freeing her in all her snow-white glory tipped with pink.
The way she shivers as the dress falls is so sexy and enticing I almost come in my pants.
Enough.
I抦 done wasting time doing anything but making her sweet ass entirely mine.
Placing my hands under her rear, I lift her to me, aligning our bodies perfectly. Warm, molten heat between her legs glides against my skin.
揧ou抮e so fucking wet for me. You make me obsessed, Nevermore,?I whisper.
My body pulses like an armed grenade.
I take a few clumsy steps to the wall with Dakota in my arms and push her against it.
揇akota, can I棓
揚lease??
It抯 all she has to say.
My hand moves down and I grab her panties, shredding them off in one swipe. The noise is loud, feral, a voice for the unhinged desire splitting me in two.
揝pread your legs,?I tell her, already grabbing my cock, shocked at how hot it feels in my hand.
I don抰 wait.
Not the fuck today.
A single, powerful thrust pins her to the wall and I groan, only holding my eyes open to watch hers roll.
揕incoln!?My name comes from deep in her throat, all husky fire.
Her grip around my neck tightens as she gives me those nails like the fuck bunny she is and leans forward to kiss my lips with total greed in her eyes.
Yeah, sweetheart.
Give it up.
I抣l shake you right down.
But she lets go of my neck as the kisses slow, even as I pull at her bottom lip with my teeth, sucking it into my mouth, holding her hostage.
My forehead rests on hers.
Our eyes meet, molten pools drawn together like magnets.
I rear back and thrust into her again, claiming her sweet little cunt.
It抯 on.
Each stroke comes faster, harder than the last. I stir her from within, reflecting the storm that抯 ripping me apart from the inside out.
揙h. Oh! Oh, shit,?she whispers, her breathing ragged.
揇akota,?I whisper, forcing my eyes open as I dive into her again to the hilt.
I have to make myself hold still.
Goddamn, it抯 really not like it was with anyone else.
Sex with Dakota Poe is a meditation in lust. It takes more control to hold myself together than it does to send her crashing over the edge.
She holds her hands above her head, pinned against the wall with mine, her whole being vibrating. She抯 about to come and I know it, her green eyes huge and gleaming.
揕et go.?
揥-what??she whispers.
揕et it fucking go. I want to feel your pussy twitch when you blow. Suck me off without using your mouth,?I growl, pushing my head to hers, thrusting again for good measure.
A frustrated whine spills out of her and I know she won抰 last long.
揇on抰 stop!?she gasps through worn breaths.
Woman, like that抯 even an option. You will dismember me if I stop now.
I reposition my arms so they抮e between the wall and her head for extra leverage. Then it抯 just a frenzied collision of hips, of sweat, of muffled breaths and muted curses and two desperate bodies melting into one.
I mean to fuck her straight through her first O when it hits, to make this last, but she tightens around me. It抯 like pure silk squeezing the angry tip of my cock, urging me deeper, faster, harder.
揇akota梖uck!?I抦 roaring for her.
揇on抰 stop, please!?she whines again.
I won抰 deny her.
Her arms are fused around my neck, bolting me to her flesh. I lunge forward, letting her engulf me, filling her to the brim with a sound that抯 less than human tearing from my throat.
There抯 barely a second to brace for the fire fountaining up the base of my spine, lashing my brain like a whip.
Her orgasm, her heat, her everything quickens.
Her beautiful body clenches around me, and she lets out all the breath in her lungs with a light squeal.
The silence after is glorious and so intense I抦 sure it shames the creation of the universe.
揘evermore.?I push it out of my mouth like two separate words.
Then I release so hard and fast I抦 blinded.
17
Fantastic Terrors Never Felt Before （Dakota）
揕inc! You left the door unlocked,?I whisper.
His fingers don抰 care.
We抮e in his office at eleven o抍lock in the morning; he抯 behind me, and his thumb is on my clit.
The minute I walked in, he summoned me to his desk without a word and pulled me onto his lap. What started off as slow-burn kisses became my dress strap pulled down and Lincoln抯 tongue tracing my raven tattoo.
揂 broken heart. I don抰 like it, even if I love how you taste,?he growls, gingerly circling my ink with his finger.
揗aybe it抯 a work in progress,?I tease back honestly. I抦 trying like hell not to reveal any wild hopes that he could give me a reason to alter this tattoo someday.
Five minutes later, he has me bent over his desk against my better judgment, my panties flicked aside before I can even protest.
揑s the door your only complaint, sweetheart??His breath is heavy and so, so enticing against my neck.
Then his thumb moves again, tracing agonizing circles.
I grit my teeth.
揋od. You抮e just梱ou make this so hard.?
揑f you wanted hard, all you had to do was ask.?He pauses. I sense him shifting behind me before I hear a zipper opening. 揋uess you抎 better get me the fuck off real fast.?
Bye, brain.
This is demented.
Anyone could walk in while we抮e梐hem梐nd land us both in a world of hurt.
揕incoln, we shouldn抰。？
揇oes your little pussy agree??He inhales sharply and there抯 the crinkle of foil tearing.
I shudder as I imagine him sliding the condom onto his cock, no doubt seething in his hand.
揟hat抯 what I thought, Nevermore,?he mutters.
He thumbs my clit, bringing his free hand to my mouth, positioning his wrist against my lips.
揃ite down if you抮e worried about the noise. Look at the city out the window. It抯 a beautiful morning. Far too pretty to waste being nice when you looked like a pinup the second you stepped through my door.?
Oh, God.
He pushes into me with a guttural sound.
I whimper.
I抳e never done anything like this. Sex was never risky before Lincoln Burns, and I抦 worried I抦 already addicted.
I bump his desk gently as he drives into me梐nd then not gently at all.
His hips slap mine, each stroke coming harder than the last, hellbent on dragging my pleasure out of me, kicking and screaming.
It doesn抰 take long.
I see pink and red and so much white. His fingers are still on my clit, rubbing me mad, pushing me to the edge so fast it抯 almost blinding.
揝hit!?he whispers. 揕isten to your pussy, sweetness. Listen to my thrusts. Let. Go.?
My mouth pops open. My core tightens like a coil made of fire.
I sink my teeth into his wrist, too awestruck to care about leaving teeth marks, the pleasure ripping me out of my body and?Knock. Knock.
Oh, no.
There抯 someone at the door and I抦 coming uncontrollably, biting him, trapped in a red, red ecstasy that won抰 let go.
揧eah??he calls behind me, his voice ragged.
I know he抯 close. I抦 clenching him so tight he doesn抰 stop thrusting.
He can抰。
揘ew shipments are in from Europe, Mr. Burns,?a man抯 voice says. 揧ou said you wanted to know immediately. I tried calling but everything抯 going to voicemail.?
Yikes.
If I wasn抰 stuck in an orgasm that turns me inside out, I抎 be horrified.
揊ive minutes,?he growls back. 揑抣l be right with you.?