Page 82 of An Eye For Illusion

He reaches down to push my dress up to my ass from the long slit on the side of my dress. His hand trails up my inner thigh, and what he finds makes another long groan escape his lips.

“No panties, either?” he asks.

“I didn’t want panty lines,” I answer.

“Fuck those panty lines,” he says as he shoves two of his fingers into my pussy with one quick thrust.

I grab his shoulders as my pelvis arches up to meet his thrusts. This encounter feels a little dirty in the best kind of way. It’s exactly what I need to let go of all the stress of the impending wedding. To just live in the moment and free myself from all my daily constraints.

“Just like that.” My voice comes out in a throaty moan.

“Is this what you want, Princess? For me to fuck you on the desk like the dirty girl you are?” His questions spur a fevered frenzy in my core, chasing a release only he can give me.

“Yes, yes, just like that,” I say as his fingers twist up to reach that spot so few have found.

“This is just the beginning, Princess. Ride my fingers like a good little girl and then you get my tongue.”

I throw my head back as my pussy grips his fingers. It spasms repeatedly as a blissful wave of ecstasy rockets through my body.

“I can’t wait to see how tightly that pretty little pussy clamps down on my cock.”

Before the final pulses cease, Colin lowers me back on the desk and places my legs over his shoulders. We still can’t see a damn thing in here, but I’m loving every minute of this. Reaching down, I run my hands through his hair, then grip it tightly between my fingers as his tongue makes contact with my center.

This man knows what the hell he’s doing as he sucks, bites, and swirls his tongue in the most perfect combination. It’s also been forever since a man has given me an orgasm, and I’m pretty sure the last guy didn’t even come close to the intensity I feel right now, and I haven’t even had his cock yet.

My back arches off the cold, hard desk as Colin continues to devour me. His tongue is pure magic as it swirls and pumps in and out of my core. My body feels like it’s on fire, and my sensitivity is heightened. As his tongue swirls, he reaches up to play with my nipple, and I moan when he makes contact, thrashing my head side to side while chasing my release.

“More,” I try to command, but it comes out more like begging.

“Your wish is my command, Princess.”

He takes two of his fingers and once again finds the holy grail of ecstasy. His fingers curl into that spot and provide the right amount of pressure to send me through the roof.

My legs lock down on his shoulders, and my hand pulls his head even further into my pussy as I come again in mere minutes. This time, he lets me finish before he stands, and I hear the classic sound of a wrapper tearing.

He steps away from me briefly before returning, but now I feel his bare thighs against mine. The contact causes a shiver to run up my spine. This is what I’ve been dreaming about for weeks, and I can’t wait any longer.

I trail my hand up his right arm to his shoulder, and soon, I find what I want: the soft tufts of hair at the back of his head. I thread my fingers through them as I bite my lower lip. The hair at the nape of his neck that’s a little too long is quickly becoming one of my new favorite things.

“Do you like yanking me around, Jade?”

Instead of answering him with words, I give a hard tug and pull him down toward me. My lips meet his with so much passion I become dizzy.

Without another word he lines his cock up with my entrance, and that painful hunger for him to fill me subsides as he pushes in. My walls envelop his long, hard length, and it’s the best fucking feeling in the world.

I flatten against the desk as he begins to pump in and out. Slow at first, so both of us can enjoy the first connection, but his speed soon quickens, and it’s exactly what I need.

“Colin Brooks, you aren’t supposed to feel this good.” My amazement entertains him.

“You aren’t supposed to feel this good either, Jade Foster.” He growls my name, and it sends shivers racing across my skin, lighting a fire in my veins that only he can extinguish.

My hips swivel and lift to meet his thrust for thrust as we both chase our releases. Our grunts and moans along with the desk legs scraping against the floor fill the otherwise silent room.

I never want it to end.

My core clinches, and warmth spreads through my abdomen. It’s so strong it takes my breath away. My mouth opens, but no sound leaves my lips as the first wave of pleasure hits me, quickly followed by another.

He continues to roughly pump in and out as my spasms start to subside and his begin. He grabs me behind my head and pulls me up to him as he thrusts deeper and harder. I love every damn minute of feeling him come undone beneath my fingertips and between my legs.

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