Page 23 of A Man of Power

His eyes trail over me and then to his desk. My gaze follows. It’s clear of papers as it usually is except for his laptop. The man is so clean it’s nearly unhuman. He’s probably already gone through all his papers for the day electronically and anything that needed an actual signature was placed back in an outgoing box on his credenza. I look over to confirm my suspicions, but I don’t have more time to consider the pile in the box as he leans around me and pushes his computer to the far corner of his giant desk. It’s an old desk. The center has a leather insert surrounded by a braided inlaid pattern of two lighter tones of wood. The desk is clearly antique, but it’s nearly impossible to tell because of the perfect condition of the mahogany and carving details.

I have no more time to think as he grips my hips and pulls me to the center of the desk.

“I’ve been dreaming about this for weeks,” he murmurs as his right hand comes to my chest and pushes me down. The hardwood feels cool against my thin blouse. He tugs on me again and sits back on his chair. He looks regal as he surveys me.

“Never wear pants to work again,” he demands as he reaches up and unbuttons my pants, pulling them down my legs with my underwear. I suddenly feel exposed in more than just a physical way as his hungry eyes rove over my naked skin. His power is as drawing as a flame on a cold, dark night. I’m afraid of it, yet I crave it, need it.

He doesn’t ask, he just takes as he lifts both my legs by my ankles, setting my feet on the armrests on either side of him. He scoots forward, pushing my inner thighs apart with his hands as he zeroes in on my center. My skin dots with goose bumps as his hands lightly glide along the insides of my legs until they reach the apex. His fingers part my folds and he begins to move them back and forth.

He picks up the pace. Every third swipe, his middle finger hits my clit and I arch with the touches, needing him to do that every time. He chuckles, the asshole, he knows what I want. His rough fingers pick up speed, changing from a swipe to a circular motion that has him hitting my clit with every revolution. His hooded eyes watch me as I start to shake with my impending climax.

My body coils tighter and tighter and erupts with pleasure that has me screaming his name.

His free hand flies to my mouth and I bite my lip mid-scream. Tremors take my body as my eyes close. He pulls his hand away from my mouth and his fingers of his other hand gently slow, going back to barely touching me.

I don’t have time to think as his head dips down, his thumbs keeping my folds open to him. And then, all I feel is his tongue as it swipes along my clit.

I gasp from the intense pleasure he creates as he licks and flicks and sucks. I can hear my breathing filling the room as my second orgasm nears.

“Fuck, you taste even better than I fantasized,” he whispers against my clit. His heated breath and his words push me over the edge as he plunges a single finger inside of me before pulling back out.

His fingers are touching me, so lightly now, it’s as if a feather is brushing over my sensitized skin. But any thought of a feather evaporates as I feel two fingers swiping back and forth over my wet folds. I spread my legs farther, wanting more, needing more.

“So fucking greedy, little dove,” he says, his voice a low sexy growl.

“Please, don’t stop,” I beg. I’m no longer feeling bashful, my desire is too great. Shit, this man might be the end of me.

Chapter11

Sebastian

I’ve hadwomen in here before, I’d be a fucking liar to deny that, but none as mesmerizing as Alexis. She looks like a goddess, sprawled across my desk. If I wasn’t such an asshole, I might admit to myself that what I’m doing is more fucked up than any of my previous conquests. She’s so young. I may only be thirty, but those eight years between us might as well be an ocean of time, an eternity of time. I feel like the devil himself, about to slay one of God’s angels.

Her eyes drift open as I stand and take her feet in my hands, pushing them to the edge of the desk while keeping her pussy right on the edge. I smirk to myself, youth has its perks because damn it if she’s not spread open for me in this odd yoga pose that I’ve arranged her in and yet she doesn’t complain, doesn’t say a word at all as she watches me, waiting. Her rising chest slows with her breaths as I line my cock up with her dripping wet pussy. It glistens against the streetlights outside. It’s seductive as hell. The room is bathed in only that dim light from the outside. Everything is awash with shades of gray and black as limited light casts shadows around us. But all I see is the gentle pink hue of the skin surrounding her entrance. My cock is so hard, I don’t even take it in my hand, I just lean forward and watch as it slides inside her, inch by glorious inch.

I groan at her tightness. I’m forced multiple times to withdraw and push back inside her to cover myself more with her slippery wetness. The third time is a fucking charm as I slide home, her juices dripping down my balls as I slam against her.

Her back arches off the table, her body seeking more. Her toes wrap around the edge of the desk as she tries to gain leverage.

I take my thumb and reach between us, rubbing it over her clit. She throws her hand over her mouth to muffle a cry.

“Little dove, you aren’t an angel, are you? You’re a little devil,” I declare with another smirk.

I feel her tighten around me. She likes my words.

“Deeper,” she commands me with a groan.

I lean forward, so our faces are mere inches apart. “Oh, sweet girl, in here”—I look around at the opulence of my office and her gaze follows mine—“I’m in charge.”

My smirk fades as I pull out of her. Her body trembles, her ass coming straight off the desk as she attempts to keep me inside her.

“Say it,” I murmur.

“Say what?” she asks, her voice strained with desperation as she tries to scoot off the desk toward my cock as if her pussy has magnets in it.

“Tell me that I’m in charge. Say, ‘You are in charge, Congressman,’” I command.

Her eyes narrow on me, but I keep my cock out of her way, preventing her needy body from connecting with mine. My cock twitches, the fucker clearly not as controlled as I like to think.

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