The Ex Files (Ocean View #1)(68)

“I told you that first date I was keeping you. I’m here. I’m keeping you. You want to push me away, fine. You want to be Cassie, want to be scared and convince yourself we have nothing, fine. You need me to prove I’m not a piece of shit, that I’m real and I’m yours? I’ll wake every fuckin’ morning just to do that. I’ll wake up and do everything in my power to prove it to you. But what we’re not doing is this. You lying to me, lying to yourself. Telling yourself we’re less than we are.” The look in his eyes… I want to fall. I want to let myself go. I want it. So. Damn. Bad. But I…

When he tips forward, the words are gone as they always are, lips pressing to mine in a soft, sweet kiss.

Soft and sweet until it isn’t, it isn’t because a small moan slips from my lips, and something in him snaps. The restraint he’s always holding like a tight leash unravels, and his hands are under my armpits as he drags me up to his body until I’m face to face with him, my heels making us nearly the same height.



-Luke-



In an instant, I decide we’re doing this here, now. It may have only been three days since I had her last, but they have been the longest, most painful days of my life. I move her to the edge of her desk so her ass presses to the edge as I continue to kiss her, deep and rough, tongues entwining and teeth nipping. As I kiss down her neck, I move a hand to her skirt, her own hands moving frantically on the buttons of her blouse, and I smile against her skin. She needs this too.

Quick work has her in her bra and underwear; white, lacy things I want to rip off with my teeth.

Next, our hands work in sync, unbuttoning my shirt and pants, kicking them low enough to get my cock free.

“Lean back,” I say as I stop kissing and nipping her neck, hand undoing her bra before she flings it somewhere. My thumbs hook in the sides of her underwear, tugging down until she’s stepping out of them. My cock twitches at the sight of her black pumps still on.

“Luke, I have papers.”

“Fuck the papers, Cassie. I need to be in this cunt now.” Her eyes glaze, and I smirk, knowing how her uptight nature dissolves when she’s wet, how I’m pretty sure if I tried hard enough, I could get her off with dirty words alone. She turns around, checking to see what’s there and over a few things, tossing them to the chair she just vacated before lying down.

Jesus, this woman. All curves, all soft. All fucking mine.

I get to my knees to worship the woman of my dreams.

“Luke, you don’t have to—”

I cut her off with a wide tongue from the bottom to the top of her cunt, licking everything up and moaning around her clit. I missed this, her taste, the noises. “You taste so fuckin’ sweet, Cassie. Be good and lie here while your man eats you.” It’s a demand, her pussy convulsing in front of me at my words before I fill her with two fingers, stretching her, readying her for my cock as I suck on the hard nub, flicking my tongue back and forth as I finger fuck her.

“Luke!” My name is a shriek on her lips, and I wonder if any neighbors are still in the building, if anyone will hear. If I even care.

I don’t.

My fingers curl up, hitting the spot that has her bucking and convulsing with each pass, grinding further into my face and tightening around my fingers.

Then I’m standing before her, hard cock in my hand as she whines at the loss of my fingers. I’d be lying if I say my ego didn’t fucking love how she misses me as soon as I’m out of her.

But then I slam in, slam home, into her tight wet pussy that fits me perfectly, the woman who was made for me, and we moan together, both recognizing what this is.

Her hands come up, playing with her nipples as her head moves from left to right, and one of my thumbs come to play at her clit, getting her closer, closer… I’m getting there as well, my balls pulling up with the approach of my release, but I need something else. So, moving away, I use a hand on her waist to pull her up, kissing her hard before stepping back and moving carefully, boots stuck together with my pants around my legs as I lie down.

“Get on, Cassie.” A flash of hesitance becomes a flash of heat in her eyes as she moves, cat-like and graceful, until she’s straddling me on the floor of her office, her cunt hovering over the angry head of my cock. Still tipped in green from the wedding, her little hand comes to my dick, wrapping it and lining herself with me. Then she slams down, instantly filling herself as her head goes back, and she moans to the ceiling. My hands go to her hips, squeezing tight as we both get used to the feeling, to this position she’s avoided the entire time. I can guess why, the way she’s displayed, her insecurities front and center. Insecurities I find to be her more beautiful parts.

“Ride my cock, Cass.” The words come deep and growly once she starts to move softly, ready for more. I watch her push her dark hair over her shoulder, leaning back with a knee on either side of my hips.

“I don’t—”

“You’re gorgeous. Don’t worry about anything. Look at me. I’ve got you.” Moments pass, and I wonder if maybe this is too much, if I’m asking for too much, too soon, but then a flash of determination crosses her face, and she nods, locking eyes with me. “Good girl. Now ride me, Cass.” She starts to move, slow, tentative movements up then down, then up, and each stroke of her wetness down my painfully hard cock is a mix of pain and pleasure. Soon her confidence rises, and she moves faster, slams harder, filling herself with each stroke. She leans back, goddess-like as her hair tumbles back, her hand creeping up to tug a nipple and another, deeper moan filling the space as she clenches on me.