Page 17 of Graves

My back isn’t even flat on the desk before he’s at my leggings, bunching up the material in between my thighs before yanking hard. A rip sounds out through the room that has me gasping in surprise.

“Did you just rip my pants?”

He nods as he pushes my panties to the side, pulling his cock out in the next second before lining up to me.

“Condom!” I shout.

He pauses, quickly rifling through a drawer in his desk before he pulls out the foil wrapper. I don’t even want to know why he has them at the ready in his office. If I think about it toohard, then I come to the very obvious conclusion that I’m not even close to the first woman he’s fucked against this desk, and right now I want to pretend that I am.

As soon as the condom is rolled on, he’s inside me. His thrusts waste absolutely no time, stretching me as he buries himself inside me.

I let out a squeal as he bottoms out before pulling out and doing it again.

“T-too tight,” I pant.

“You can take it,” he says as his hand slips through the hole in my pants, his thumb finding my clit almost immediately before rubbing quick circles in rhythm with his thrusts.

A rush of pleasure begins to run through me at his touch. He’s so aggressive, so primal. There is no tender lovemaking or whispered promises. This is a good old-fashioned fucking, and I can honestly say it’s been far too long since I’ve had one.

One of Dom’s hands snake up my body, dancing across my skin before wrapping around my throat. My pulse thunders in surprise as his eyes come to meet mine. With his aggressive movements and practically mute conversation, I’d expect to find them blank, hollow, and animalistic. Instead, they are soft, light, and looking at me like I hung the moon.

“You feel better than I imagined,” he says as I lift my hips slightly, causing his eyes to roll into the back of his head for a moment.

“You’ve imagined this?”

“From the very second I laid eyes on you,” he rumbles as his fingers tighten slightly around my neck. “I imagined what youwould look like spread out for me, what you’d feel like, what you’d taste like.”

“You kinda skipped the whole tasting step.” I laugh as he fucks me harder.

His mouth twitches in what I think is the start of a smirk before he leans forward, grazing his teeth against my ear as he whispers, “Do you really think once would ever be enough for either of us? I’m just getting started, baby.”

Dom begins rubbing my clit faster, his cock throbbing inside me like he’s about to come at any minute when he takes me by surprise. His hand pulls back before slapping down against my clit, and I shout out in surprise before my orgasm rips me to shreds, starting at my pussy and sending an insurmountable wave of pleasure from my toes up to my head. I continue to moan and shout my orgasm, not a care in the world as to who is hearing us. Dom lets out a rough groan that more closely resembles a growl as his cock swells before jerking inside me.

We both wring every ounce of pleasure out of one another until our movements ease and all that’s left is heavy breathing. We’re silent for what feels like forever before Dom releases his hand from my throat, placing featherlight kisses against it before finding my lips again. His lips are soft and gentle, like he’s trying to atone for his earlier aggression. It’s a gesture that melts me in more ways than one as he slowly pulls out of me and walks over to the trash can, disposing of the condom before righting himself.

I go to stand, but Dom is there before I can, scooping me up once more and carrying me over to the small couch to theside of the room. He sits down first, with me straddling his lap. I pull my head back to look at him, but he just puts his hand on the back of my neck and forces me to lean into him. His arms are braced around me so tight that even if my life depended on it, there is no way I could ever get away. Not that I could even fathom a reason why I would do so.

Dom doesn’t say anything. Instead, he just sits there quietly, holding me and playing with my hair the way that I’m coming to realize he loves, probably even more than I do. His phone eventually rings, and his grip on me tightens slightly before he releases one arm and answers his phone.

“Yeah?” he answers.

The person on the other end speaks briefly.

“Good,” he says before hanging up and pocketing the phone.

I take the opportunity to lean back and look at him, a calmness across his face that I don’t think I’ve ever seen before. His hand raises up to cup the side of my face, his thumb brushing against my cheek as he smiles almost sadly.

“Time to go, baby. Your car is fixed.”

“Oh, that’s good,” I say, doing my best to mask my disappointment. I wouldn’t have minded another round or two.

He doesn’t say anything as he continues rubbing his thumb over my skin.

“So, is this the part where you ghost me again?” I ask with a laugh, only half teasing, really.

His eyebrows knit together at that as he shakes his head.

“It’s fine, it’s not like I was thinking about you every secondof the day or anyth?—”

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