Page 70 of For the Plot
“Fuck,” I groan, dragging my thumbs down the backs of her thighs. “Look at this body.”
She whimpers when I spread her wider, staring at her swollen, glistening pussy and the soft curves of her bent over like she was made for this.
“I’ve thought about this,” I mutter, running the head of my cock through her slick folds. “More times than I should admit.”
“Reece—”
“I’ve jerked off to the image of you bent over my desk,” I say darkly, guiding myself back inside her. “My hand wrapped around my cock, thinking about this sweet, tight pussy stretched around me.”
She moans loud and long, pushing back against me as I thrust deep.
“You don’t even know, Skye,” I growl, fucking her slow and hard, each stroke slamming her hips into the mattress. “All those mornings in the office, watching you walk past like you didn’t have every man in the room losing their fucking minds.”
“Shit—”
“I saw it. The way you smiled. The way you sat just so your skirt would ride up your thighs. You knew I was watching.”
“I did,” she admits, breathless. “I wanted you to.”
“Yeah?” I slam into her harder now. “You want to know what I thought about while I watched you talk to the others?”
She nods, moaning incoherently into the sheets.
“I thought about dragging you into the conference room and bending you over the table,” I growl, a bead of sweat tumbling down my temple.
“Oh God.” I slow my movements for a second, looking down to watch my cock slowly slide in and out of her. “Oh goddamn, you look good taking my cock,” I groan, biting down on my lower lip to keep from coming.
“Thought about fucking you with your hands flat on the glass while the whole floor listened.” I can’t hold back any longer. My hips pick up pace again, and I slide all the way inside her at a punishing pace. “Thought about sliding my tongue deep in your sweet pussy while you came so I can taste you.”
“God, Reece?—”
“You like that?” I reach around and rub her clit in tight circles. “You like knowing I’ve come thinking about you?”
“Yes! Fuck, yes.”
Her body clamps around me again, her thighs quaking, her cries dissolving into panting moans as she shatters for the second—or third—time beneath me. But I don’t stop.
I keep fucking her, relentless now, hips snapping forward, cock sliding in and out of her soaked heat as I chase my own release. I don’t know how I’ve lasted this long. I haven’t been inside of a woman in years and the mere thought of tasting her had me coming in minutes by myself.
“You feel so fucking good,” I rasp, teeth clenched. “Tightest pussy I’ve ever had. Perfect ass. Fuck, Skye?—”
I grab a fistful of her hair, just enough to pull her upright. Her back arches against my chest, her head dropping to my shoulder as I pound into her from behind.
“You want me to fill you again?” I whisper against her ear. “Want me to come so deep it leaks down your thighs?”
“Yes, Reece— Please?—”
And that’s it.
I slam into her once, twice, and then spill inside her with a groan so low it vibrates through both of us. Her name tears from my throat like a howl.
We collapse together, breathless, her body cradled against mine. Her breath is still stuttering. Mine, too.
But before either of us speaks, I lean down and press a slow, reverent kiss to her shoulder. Her jaw. Her lips. It’s soft and sweet this time. She hums beneath me, her body boneless and spent, skin flushed and warm against mine.
“I’ll be right back,” I whisper, but she barely nods, eyes fluttering shut.
I climb off the bed and go into the bathroom, turning on the tap and grabbing one of the soft white towels hanging beside thesink. I run it under warm water, wring it out, and return to her quietly.
