One Bossy Offer (67)

My breath stalls, turning to cement.

I’m jolted, my head snapped back, a willing hostage to every lashing of pleasure as she strokes me up and down.

Slowly and loudly.

Her every breath torn with lust.

“Fuck, kitten. If this is payback for what I just did to you, then—”

I never finish that thought.

The second I look down, her mouth parts, engulfing the angry tip of my cock.

I almost lose my nut right there, gripping the edge of my desk behind me for support.

Of all the enchanting and maddening things she does with her mouth, I never imagined she could suck like this.

I’m speechless, one with the motionless growl boiling out of me as I watch her small mouth struggle down my length. Her eyes are lit with desire and so many filthy promises I almost break.

Damn.

God fucking damn.

She’s too good at this—lethally skilled.

Grabbing her hair with one hand, I twine it around my fingers for more control, before she delivers death by tongue.

And fuck, what a tongue.

She knows when to tease, when to torment, when to bring me so close my jaw clenches, when to steal the air from my lungs.

This shouldn’t be happening.

I shouldn’t be this obsessed—this close to letting her wring my balls dry—and I’m actually leaning slightly against my desk so my knees don’t buckle.

My fingers pull her hair harder the closer she drags me to the edge, and I’m rasping down at her, my eyes locked on this auburn-haired angel sucking the life from me.

“Fucking hell, kitten,” I groan. “If you came here to murder me, there are easier ways.”

Murder, you say? The look she gives back says it all.

A buttery moan spills out of her around my cock, adding to the sensation.

“Shit, woman. You keep that up, I will come down your throat. Careful.”

The warning doesn’t stop her.

If anything, it just makes her more merciless, more eager to see me undone. I’m drowning in green-eyed sweetness until her eyes flutter shut, and I see she’s pushed one hand between her legs.

“Don’t stop. Play with your clit. Make yourself come while you choke on me,” I growl, driving my hips forward, giving her more, everything I instinctively know she can take.

Then all I see is white.

Heaven and hell melt into one.

My balls strain, in sync with my fingers in her hair.

The instant she feels my cock ballooning against her tongue, turning to steel, she drives herself down with a fierce, muffled sound, so intent on ruining me I think she gags.

I’m a dead man—and I’ve never been happier.

Lightning explodes up my spine, hurling thick ropes of come, so intense it’s blinding.

I’m no monk.

I’ve had my fair share of women, and more blow jobs than I could ever count.

But this—this can’t compare.

Imagine comparing a cherry bomb to a thermonuclear blast.

That’s what rips through me right now and douses me in flames.

I’m roaring so loud I’m sure anyone outside can hear us. I forget what time the night crew comes in to clean.

Regardless, we’re both way past caring.

I exist in this moment to ruin Jennifer Landers the same way she’s taking me apart, worshipping me, desperately catching everything I give her even when she loses so much down her chin.

She’s a beautiful mess by the time I pull my throbbing cock out of her mouth, still hard in my hands.

Hell, so am I.

I pull her up, wiping my remnants off her face, then meld my mouth to hers with a kiss that says I’m proud of her wearing me.

I couldn’t guess how long we kiss, how long I run my fingers through her hair, how long she drags her fingers up and down my hard abs, my thigh, both of us locked in admiration.

All I know is I’m still hard, and hellbent on marking her again.

But first, I need to check in.

“Am I scaring you yet?” I whisper, stamping a kiss on her neck. “If you want to call it here, run off and do some thinking, I’ll understand.”

She looks at me, anger and amusement dancing in her eyes.

“Miles, I swear to God, if you don’t make love to me tonight—”

“I don’t make love, kitten,” I correct sharply, kissing her as I cup her ass and twist her around, pushing her naked perfection back down on my desk. “However, I will fuck you within an inch of your life.”

The rough moan falling out of her before I even push into her, while I’m fumbling in my wallet for a condom, tells me she’s willing to take any punishment.

Any sweet madness I dole out.

And I bring it in droves, growling as I thrust into the tightest pussy I’ve ever had a few seconds later, my arms under her head with both hands fisting her hair, pinning her down.

Air drags into my lungs in a slow, vicious pull.

I stop when I’m almost fully in, afraid I’ll hurt her, knowing my own size and manic strength.

She’s trembling, this creature of soft curves and copper hair, as fragile as blown glass.

All too breakable and endlessly lovable because she’s at my mercy.

The long pause deepens our connection and—oh, goddamn—what is this?

This feeling.

More than the fury scalding my balls, hounding me to fuck her soul out, to mark her from the inside out.