Page 102 of Abyss

I shove myself back inside Kavi as Jake starts to ask again, but he stops when he thinks he hears a disturbance on the phone—Kavi holding back another moan.

“Sorry, did you say something, Hudson?” he asks.

“No, please continue.” I thrust against her, sheathing myself inside her and twisting in a way that has her eyes rolling back into her head. Her nostrils flare, her mouth pursed so as to not make a sound, as I continue to pull out and push back in.

“Right,” he continues. “What I was wondering is what sort of warranties you were seeing with other vendors? As you know, PowerForge has a lifetime guarantee on all parts and labor for all our compound machines and heavy equipment. I could tell you more about them if you’d like.”

I’d seen the slides earlier, so I’m clear on their warranties, but since I need to stall for time, I ask him to tell me more about the fuel efficiency of their machines, along with how that would contribute to our sustainability goals.

Jake starts back up, switching to another slide I’d studied earlier, and after pressing the mute button again, I go back to the woman in front of me.

I wrap her long hair in my other fist and bend down to graze my lips over the shell of her ear. “Now, where were we?” I rasp, fucking her to the hilt, harsh and demanding. “Ah yes, you were going to tell me how many times you wanted to be fucked right here on this desk. Once, twice, more?”

She groans, a sheen of sweat over her brows. “As many times as you can manage, old man.”

Even while she’s got me balls deep inside her, she’s going to put me in my place and sass back. There’s no fucking end to the ways she turns me on.

“The question is, baby girl,” I say, pistoning inside her, my breaths uneven. “Could this pretty pussy of yours manage it?”

A moan leaves her lips, and I know she’s close. “Pretty sure she’s managing you and your big cock just fine.”

“Well, then we might be here the whole night.” My cock is so deep inside her, I feel sparks crackling at the base of my spine. My hands are still wrapped around her hair and her wrists. “Fuck, you’re squeezing me like a vise. Are you close, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” she hisses, a few strands of her raven locks now matted to her forehead with sweat, a flush staining her face. “So close.”

I drill into her as Jake and his team continue with their presentation. Thankfully, one of my associates is also on the phone and prompts them with additional questions. It gives me time to focus on the more important things lying on my desk.

I let go of her wrists and hair. “Turn around. I want to see your face as I make you come.”

Kavi heaves as she turns around, her body slumping like she’s carrying a mountain.

Putting her ass on the desk, I quickly place my hands on the backs of her thighs and open her up. I nudge my cockagainst her entrance before thrusting forward, and we both moan at the connection and feeling.

This connection. This feeling.

It’s unlike anything I’ve ever fucking felt, and it scares the mother loving fuck out of me.

Like I’m falling without a harness and zero prospects of landing on soft ground. Like this whole time I was tethered and I’m finally experiencing a dose of freedom. Like my stomach has lurched forward, my heart is in my throat, and I can barely catch a breath.

But breathing wouldn’t save me, anyway.

I’m falling, and I can’t think of a better way to die.

“You're so tight, so wet,” I mumble as more words tumble out of me unbidden. “Like you were made for me, baby girl. Like you’re everything I’ve been waiting for. I can’t get enough of you, Kav. I’ll never get enough.”

You’re perfect. This is perfect. We’re perfect.

And I have no idea what I’ll do when it’s all over.

My eyes trail over her writhing form, settling on her polished amber eyes, and for the first time in all the times we’ve been together, my heart cracks at the sight of her. A rough stone scrapes against the walls of my throat and something unwanted pushes to get out from behind my eyes.

But why? Why the fuck am I feeling any of this now? And how did I go from swimming inside her to feeling like I’m drowning all in the matter of minutes?

We were just supposed to be having fun, weren’t we? Reckless, stupid fun.

But when did that recklessness turn against my own heart?

My grip on her tightens, as if trying to thwart the words from slipping out, but they’re out before I can stop them. They’re out before I’ve even processed the walls crumbling in order to release them. “Make a wish for us, baby.”

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