Slowly, I rise out of my chair, brush her hair over her shoulder, and bring my lips close to her ear. “Do you want me to stop?”
The air fills with the sound of her heavy breathing. Anticipation tightens inside my gut.
She swallows. “No.”
I press a kiss to the side of her neck, my body buzzing with triumph. “Good girl.” She whimpers. “I’m going to feast on you, tesoro. You’ve kept me so fucking starved.”
I roll my chair until it’s directly behind her, sit down, and lift her skirt.
I groan.
Red lace panties stretched over a firm, round ass. So fucking perfect. I hook a finger around the fabric and pull it aside to examine her.
Fuck me. Her cunt is dripping down her inner thighs, and it’s the best thing I’ve ever seen. That pussy is made to be eaten.
I shove the panties down her legs and make her step out of them.
“Put your elbows on the desk.”
She’s trembling, but she does as she’s told. Her perfect, glistening cunt is right where I want it—in front of my face.
I wrap my hands around her legs and pull my chair closer, and then I spread her open. Gently, I run the pad of my thumb over her little asshole, and then I dip it inside her folds. So tight and warm. I lean in and drag my tongue over her wetness.
“Oh God,” she moans.
Her taste floods my senses. Fuck, I’ve waited for this for so long, and it’s somehow even better than I imagined. I lap at her, pushing her thighs apart, pushing my tongue deep inside of her, pushing all her fucking reservations out of her body with every slow swipe.
“You taste so fucking good,” I growl against her as I push a finger inside of her.
A shiver runs through her. She’s strangely quiet, with the exception of her throaty moans. I have to remind myself that this is new to her.
Right?
I pull away from her, and she whines at the loss of my tongue.
“How many men have done this to you?”
“What?” She glances at me over her shoulder, her cheeks red and her eyes hooded.
“How. Many. Before. Me?”
She huffs a disbelieving breath. “Rafe, right now?”
“Tell me.”
She tugs on her bottom lip. “A few.”
Possessiveness cuts through my haze of lust. “After I make you come, you will write down their names.”
She holds my gaze. “Why?”
“So I can kill them all.”
Her wetness gushes over my hand. I look down. “Fuck, you like that, don’t you?” I curl my finger inside her.
She gasps. “Shut up.”
“They ever make you this wet?”
Her brow arches. “They never took a break to chitchat, so at least they had that going for them.”
This smartass. “You’re going to pay for that.” Before she can bite back some snappy retort, I pull my finger out and run my tongue over her.
Her moans turn more frenzied when I press my fingers against her clit and start drawing tighter and tighter circles around it. She drops her forehead to the desk. Her pussy starts clenching. She’s close. I wish I could see her face when she comes.
I pull back while my fingers keep moving in faster and faster circles. The view is spectacular. Round ass, dripping pussy, and her little pink skirt bunched around her waist. I palm my cock through the fabric of my pants. “That’s it, tesoro. You have no idea how good you look like this.”
She mewls something unintelligible and comes apart.
I lean forward and suck on her opening, letting her juices flood my mouth.
A groan spills past my lips. My fingers dig into her thighs, and I keep her there until I get my fill.
It takes a while for her legs to stop shaking. Slowly, I let go of her and push my chair back. I’m too worked up to take her to the bedroom. I want her to unzip my pants, take out my cock, and impale herself on it.
She pushes off the desk and turns around, her cheeks red and her chest rising and falling with rapid breaths.
I stand up and anchor one hand on the desk beside her, my wrist brushing against her waist. Her hooded eyes meet mine. I lean down and claim her lips.
For her sake, I hold myself back. The kiss starts off slow and mellow. She’s relaxed after she just came so beautifully for me, and her body melts against mine.
I cup her breast and groan into her mouth when I realize she’s not wearing a bra. Her back arches as I tweak her nipple through the thin fabric of her shirt. The thought of finally being able to explore her body for as long as I wish weakens my knees.
This fucking woman.