Page 53 of Melted by a Man

“Behave, woman,” he chuckled before thrusting once, twice, “God, I really do need to fuck the sass out of you.”

“Good luck,” I replied before he pulled almost all of the way out and thrust back inside me again, “Fuck.”

“Say that again,” Leo demanded, repeating his thrust.

So I did, “Fuck.” I gasped.

“Ha, I’m a mess,” Leo laughed to himself as he started to find a rhythm with his thrusts, and it took me a minute of squirming and gasping to realize that he was adjusting his movements based on what I responded to best.

“Why—why is that?” I asked, trying to keep up the conversation for whatever reason.

“Hearing the proper and professional Jacqueline Williams curse while I sink my cock into her cunt just does things to me,” I could tell because his voice started to shake a little. Like he was losing his composure. Perhaps that explained why he was talking about me in the third person.

“Oh,fuck, Leo,” I moaned, amping up the act a little bit, “You feelsogood.”

It was his turn to curse now, and I started to meet him thrust for thrust, shoving my ass against him, “Please stop talking,” Leo groaned, “Otherwise this won’t last.”

I grinned, because what an exhilarating game of chicken. The idea that I could make him lose control like that was too good to give up.

“Oh,” I whined, “You’re sohard.”

“Jacqueline,” Leo’s voice was low, a warning as his hips started to lose their rhythm for something more unstable.

“You made me so, fucking, wet,” each word was punctuated by the thrust of his hips, “I came so, fucking, hard.”

“Jesus—”

“No one has made me come that hard before,” or at all, but that was neither here nor there, “You make mesohorny.”

With a growl, Leo slammed his hips against me, sinking in as deep as he could possibly go while he grunted through his release. Feeling him throb inside of me, filling the condom, made me grin as I tried to make it last for him by shoving back against him as hard as I could.

His grip on my hips loosened, one finger at a time, and I was excited to see if his fingertips left little bruises or not.

With a labored exhale, Leo pulled out of me, and a second later I heard the sound of him removing the condom and tossing it in the trash bin under my desk.

I was smiling when his hands pulled me up off of the desk, stabilizing me on my feet because I was a little wobbly. I sighed in contentment I hadn’t felt since the last time we hooked up. He tugged my pencil skirt down my legs, even going as far as to brush away the creases from having it scrunched around my waist.

As I turned around to face him, I was startled when his hand came up and closed around my neck. It wasn’t a hard clasp or one that made me feel like I was in any danger. It was a grip to get my attention, to get me to meet his clear blue eyes that were somehow both glaring at me and smiling at me at the same time.

“You…” Leo shook his head, his chest heaving as he used his free hand to shove himself back inside his boxers, zipping his jeans up but leaving the top button undone, “You’re going to pay for that.”

I rolled my eyes, “Oh no, you had an orgasm inside of me.” I lifted my hands and wiggled my fingers in a mocking gesture.

“But you,” he lifted a finger to my chin at the same moment he tugged me closer to him, again, not hurting my neck, but encouraging my movements all the same, “Didn’t come on my cock.” My neck flushed with the heat of embarrassment, now that I’d had some time to come down off of my horny orgasm high, his words startled me. But the fog of arousal lingered just enough for my body to react to his tone, “And I’ll be damned if the woman I’m with doesn’t come at least twice.”

I bit my lip and lifted a shoulder, “Sounds like something you should work on, then.”

Leo smirked before slamming his lips on mine, hungry, sexual, and demanding. I wasn’t expecting it. I didn’t know what I was expecting, because when Leo entered my office forty-five minutes ago, I couldn’t have guessed that the conversation would lead to him bending me over my desk.

I met his kiss with a hunger of my own though, something raw and heated unlocking inside of me now that I experienced that unique high that only he could pull from me again.

With his grip still on my throat, his thumb brushed the skin under my jaw. Then he pulled me away from his face just enough for him to give me a heated look and say, “I see my work with you isn’t finished, Ms. Williams.”

I raised my eyebrows at him, “No?”

He shook his head, the movement making his nose brush against mine, “The next time we do this—because I’m betting that therewillbe a next time—” I snapped my mouth shut, surprised that he anticipated my protest, “I won’t be so easy on you.”

I swallowed under his grip, making the corners of his mouth tip up in a devilish grin that promised many, many orgasms in my future.

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