Page 87 of Souls and Sorrows

Clearing my throat, I slide one palm up Ariana’s back, outlining her spine with my fingertips as I scoot closer to the desk. “Yeah, sorry about that. Sometimes, the reception here is—”

Sharp arousal lances my abdomen as Ariana rocks herself slowly, bringing my tip to the very edge of her before sliding back down with a harsh thump. Our skin slaps together, her ass hitting the tops of my thighs, and she does it again, locking her hands behind my neck.

I gasp out a ragged breath, my eyes drifting to where I disappear inside of her. The connection is intimate, wholly unique, and I could watch it for hours.

Lazily, I drag my thumb down her hip, finding her clit as she fucks me. Her pussy clamps around me the second I graze that bundle of nerves, and I press gently, teasing while she grinds.

“More,” she pleads, extending her fingers and tangling them in my hair. She wrenches my face back, lifting so I’m barely inside of her, then covers my mouth with hers as she slams all the way home. “Fuck me, Cash,please.”

The sound that comes out of me is inhuman, some cross between carnality and utter despair. My hips move, beginning to thrust in time with hers, and the chair creaks beneath the weight, banging into the glass behind us.

“Whose pussy is this?” I ask, pounding up with so much force that the window rattles.

“Yours,” she rings out between the gnashing of our lips. “All yours, Cash, just please don’t stop. Keep going just like that.”

My name falling from her lips, like she can’t stop saying it, is the sweetest symphony.

The kiss is ferocious, all teeth and fluid and exploration, and I never want to stop.

Our tongues meet, lashing and tasting, and I wonder if anyone from the finance building diagonally across the street is watching. They keep their windows wide open, just like me, and I’m certain it would take no effort at all to make out our writhing bodies if someone there just looked.

They’d see Ariana’s perfect ass bouncing off me as I start to fall into it, absorbing her thrusts; she rotates the motion of her hips, switching from figure eights to straight up and down to slow grinds, where her clit rubs against my pelvis each time I push back in, making her so tight that I see stars.

“Fuck, sweet girl, you feel so goddamn good,” I moan, breaking away from her mouth. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?”

She doesn’t answer, too busy increasing her speed and force, like she needs me to fall over the edge before she goes. Her focus is unilateral, her gaze falling to our laps, studying like she’s afraid she might fail.

Her breathing is strangled, but the movement grows a little mechanical, and I brace my palm on her lower back, sitting up and crushing her tits into my chest. My free hand cups the back of her head, twisting in her soft hair and forcing her to slow down.

Her mouth falls open, likely to protest, but I just shake my head and grip her hip, guiding her movements.

In and out, as simple as breathing.

Shit.

Nausea churns in the back of my throat as she tips her chin up, wielding those big hazel eyes at me like a fucking weapon.

As simple as breathing? Where the fuck did that come from?

As if anything with this woman has beeneasyand not like performing open heart surgery without having any knowledge on how to do so.

But I don’t care about the work, so long as my end result isthis—having her in my arms, tucked in close, where I’m the only one who can reach her.

I’m pretty certain she’s never had anyone in her life that’s ever just wanted to be with her. To exist as a planet in her orbit, and for the life of me, I can’t understand why.

Ignoring the thoughts racing through my mind, I redirect my attention instead to her. The thrusts grow slow and languid, and she lets out a string of moans that send white-hot electricity ripping up my spine.

Gritting my teeth as release pounds inside of me, threatening like the tide brushing against the shore before a tsunami, I sweep my fingers through her hair, and she arches into me, silently asking for more.

I’m not going to last much longer.

Ariana exhales, taking back over, rolling her hips. I glance down, sliding my hands over her ass, and notice the state of my pants for the first time. She leans in, pressing her lips against my ear.

“Do it,” she rasps, our skin slapping together like thunder. “Come inside me, Cash, so you can watch it drip out of me after.”

When she bites down on my earlobe, I let out a strangled noise that scalds my throat on its way out. The image and sudden jolt of pain are too much, sending waves of intense pleasure through me, and I unravel in seconds, every single thread of control within me disintegrating into dust.

I don’t have time to warn her or to push her off of me. In fact, my body doesn’t seem capable of removing her from me at all. I take her hips in my hand as a groan pushes out of my chest, slamming her down over and over until she starts spasming around me too.

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