From Sanctum with Love (Masters and Mercenaries #10)(84)

She settled in and started to work his cock deep inside, taking more with each pass. She hummed around his dick, the sound sending vibrations through his most sensitive flesh. All the while he was getting harder and hotter until he couldn’t take another second.

He sank a hand into her hair and forcibly tugged her off. “On the desk. Now.”

She scrambled up, laying herself out in a submissive position she had to know would test him. Instead of placing her back flat on the desk, she leaned over it, breasts down, facing away. Vulnerable. Trusting. She spread her legs and glanced back. “Is this all right, Sir? I want you to have a good memory of how I look spread out on your desk and waiting for you.”

She actually wiggled that hot ass.

He was a goner for this girl. He picked up the belt. She was going to get her way. Again. He couldn’t help it. He saw those gorgeous cheeks and realized they were perfectly unmarked. He’d worked over her breasts and thighs, and now she presented him with the one thing he couldn’t f*cking turn away. A pretty blank canvas waiting for his handiwork.

“You know you’re a brat.” He doubled the belt in his hand. She was rapidly taking over his every thought. Now he wouldn’t be able to buckle this belt without thinking of her and how sweet she looked begging for his discipline.

“I’m your brat,” she replied with a smile.

He brought the belt up and down, the nasty slap sounding through the room and followed by the sweetest sound of all—her gasp and groan. He gave her ten quick licks, watching as she shuddered and braced herself each time.

They could drown in each other and it would be all right with him.

Another ten and then he placed his hand over the stripes that now covered her backside. “Like I said before, so f*cking gorgeous.” He opened the drawer to his left. He was prepared now. Years he’d gone without needing to have protection around him because sex had become routine and scheduled. It wasn’t that way with her. With her he needed to stash the f*ckers everywhere because he wanted her all the damn time. He’d put them in his wallet, his briefcase, his car. He’d placed a box in her bedside table and hidden a couple around the office.

All so he wouldn’t have to wait, so he could have her whenever he wanted her.

He tore it open and rolled the latex on. When all the craziness settled down, they would talk about commitment and monogamy and better protection because he definitely didn’t want to wear a condom for the rest of his life.

She was the rest of his life.

“I love you, baby.” He liked saying the words. He liked meaning them. He gripped her hips and lined his cock up. She was so wet and ready. The spanking had gotten her hot and bothered all over again. All he had to do to get his little pain slut ready for his cock was give her a couple of good slaps to her ass. All he had to do to get ready to f*ck her was think about her.

“Love you, too, Sir.”

He thrust in hard, knowing exactly how difficult it was for her to say the words. He hadn’t expected them so quickly. They were a gift. Kori didn’t trust easily, though once she gave her loyalty, it took a lot to break it.

She felt so good around him, so perfect and tight.

Her * wasn’t the only thing he wanted. “Let me take your ass.”

“Oh, god. Kai, it’s been so long.”

“Let me.” He wanted everything from her.

“Yes. Take it, Kai.”

Luckily, condoms weren’t the only things he’d stashed in his desk. He grabbed the lube as he pulled out of her hot *. He parted her cheeks and dribbled the lube over her tight *. Pink and perfect. It was going to grip him like a vise and better, he would feel her squirming as he forced his dick inside. He lubed up his cock and circled her rosette with the head of his dick. “Tell me if it’s too much.”

“I like it, Sir. I haven’t done it in a while, but I know I enjoy it. I’m going to admit you’re bigger than the other guy.”

He smacked her ass. “I don’t want to hear about the other guy. I want to talk about us. You and me. Take me.”

He worked his way in, her ass flowering open in little passes. He looked down, watching the way the tight entry fought to keep him out. It wouldn’t work. He would fight his way in.

Kori’s spine shuddered, her hands reaching out to grip the edge of the desk. She was a gorgeous sacrifice, offering herself to him in every way imaginable.

“Tell me if you like it now.” He shoved in hard, forcing her to take more.

Her breath came out in shaky pants. “I love it. I love the burn. It feels so good.”

He could see tears on her cheeks. She gave them up, too. She gave him everything, which meant he owed her everything, too. He stood firm as he impaled her on his cock, pulling her hips back as she took his full length.

“You’re killing me, Kai.” She’d lifted herself up, pressing back against him so there wasn’t an inch of distance between them.

She clenched around him and it took every ounce of his willpower not to come then and there. The heat was different in her ass, the muscles so tight around him.

He dragged his cock back out and Kori gasped, trying to move against him, to keep him inside.

He pressed her down, ensuring her pelvis was rubbing against the edge of the desk. He knew he’d hit the right spot when she started pressing forward, her breath catching. It gave him the chance to find the perfect rhythm. In and out. He thrust deep and dragged out, his balls starting to draw up.