Misconduct(57)

Fuck.

I glared at her, barely hesitating before shooting out of my chair. I slammed the laptop closed and rounded the desk, holding her eyes as excitement flashed across her face.

“You asked for it,” I gritted out.

I pushed my pants down, letting them drop to the floor, and then I came down on her and nestled my hips between her thighs.

I groaned, my heart racing as I grabbed my cock and ran it up and down her *. “This is what you do to me.”

She bit her bottom lip, squirming as she moaned.

I grabbed the backs of her thighs and pulled her into position. “You get me all worked up, and this is what happens.”

I pressed my hand into the armrest behind her head and thrust hard, sliding into her hot little *.

“Ah, ah!” she gasped, her eyes pinching together in sweet pain.

“Goddamn it,” I moaned. “You feel so f*cking good.”

The first f*cking thrust is always the best.

I held myself up with one hand on the sofa behind her head, and I slid my other hand under her ass, keeping her where I wanted her as I pulled out and slid back in again, hard and deep, up to the hilt.

“Oh, Tyler.” She swallowed, moving both hands to my back and spreading her legs even wider.

I slid into her again and again, faster and faster every time, until I was pounding into her so hard that I couldn’t see straight.

Her pretty tits bounced back and forth as sweat started to glide down my back.

“Ah, oh God.” She moaned, breathing hard and arching her head back.

Her cries filled the room, and her skin was glued to the leather of the sofa, but her * was hot and smooth, and I darted down, catching her bottom lip between my teeth.

“You’re bad for me, and I love it,” I breathed out, grinding between her legs, not letting up for a second.

She kissed me deep, pushing her head up and putting everything into it. Her tongue tasted sweet and sexy, just like her, and we were both moaning, like animals that couldn’t get enough.

She fell back on the sofa and held on to my back, letting me have my way with her.

“I love your body, Tyler.” She ran her fingers lightly down my chest and stomach.

I gave her a small grin, liking the sound of that. I was usually the one complimenting a woman’s body. I didn’t know why, but it wasn’t something women often thought to say to a man, and I loved her for it.

Especially since I wasn’t the twentysomething she was probably used to being with. I didn’t mind being older than her, but I didn’t want to seem old.

“I don’t want anyone else to have it while we’re doing this, okay?” she asked, looking up at me.

I laughed and circled my arms around her waist, flipping us both over so that I sat up against the back of the couch with my feet on the floor, and she sat on top, straddling my hips with my dick still inside her.

“You laying claim?” I teased, gripping her ass as she immediately began rolling her hips, riding me.

“I mean it,” she stated firmly. “You’ve seen my temper.”

I smiled at her, arching my head back and closing my eyes as she slid up and down my cock. “Don’t worry,” I soothed. “This dick is yours.”

Sex had never been this good with anyone in my life, and there had been plenty to compare her to. The thing I’d learned about sex was that for it to be good, it had to be more than just f*cking. Playing, teasing, talking – the pair up of the right two people – and you had the difference between an act that you’d forget in two minutes and something that you wanted again and again.

Easton Bradbury kept me wanting more.

She seemed to like my answer, because she leaned down and trailed kisses over my neck and jaw. “Same goes for you.” I squeezed her ass tighter with my other hand and threaded my fingers through her hair, pulling gently and raising her head to face me. “You got that?”

She licked her lips, looking at me with a sudden serious expression, almost sad. “You’re the only one I want,” she spoke softly. “Right now.”

That made me jerk my head up and narrow my eyes on her.

Tightening my grip, I grabbed and lifted her again, tossing her back down on the couch before pinning her wrists above her head.

“That wasn’t exactly reassuring,” I barked, thrusting good and hard.

She squeezed her eyes shut, moaning, “Oh, God. Tyler.” She cried out, “Fuck, I’m coming!”

I felt her * clenching around my cock, and I showed her no mercy. Diving into her mouth, I tasted her tongue and let her cries drown out in my kiss.

She grabbed my ass and held tight, the bite of her nails stinging my skin as her body tensed beneath me.

She spasmed, her short, fast breaths echoing around me as her body shook with the orgasm.

“You make me want to ignore my work,” I accused, loving how wet she was after coming, “and I’d rather have you here at my beck and call than let you go home. Now, if you liked that,” I bit out, referring to the orgasm I’d just given her, “then I think you can assume you’re going to be coming back for more for the foreseeable future.”

She blinked her eyes open, looking desperate and confused. “All I know” – she breathed hard, searching for words – “is that you’re the only one I want.”