Page 77 of Arranged Obsession
“Oh, God,” she whispers, grabbing my hair. She tugs me up and looks into my eyes. “I am deeply fucked up and afraid of what that means.”
“That’s my girl.”
I bury her mouth with mine. We kiss as I take my jeans off, kicking them aside. Her pussy is so warm and slick, and I nearly lose myself with that first thrust. She’s so fucking tight and I could stay here, deep inside her, just like this forever.
I stroke back and forth, filling her slow. Easing her with my size. She’s moaning and whimpering, making these gorgeous little noises. I love the look on her face too. Like her eyes are going to roll back. Like she can barely contain her bliss.
“Look at you, getting fucked on your desk,” I murmur, filling her deep to the brim. “Is this what you wanted?”
“No,” she groans, grinding into me. “I wanted you to go home.”
“Are you glad I didn’t?”
“I’m glad you’re fucking me,” she pants, tightening her jaw. “I’m glad I’m going to come.”
“Good enough.” I grip her hair. “I’m happy to make you feel good, baby.”
I go faster, taking her. Filthy and fucked. Dirty and wrong. I’m everything she’s afraid of. Everything she hates. And I don’t give a damn, so long as she takes me, moans for me, and begs when she’s ready to come.
The desk shakes and bumps against the floor. We fuck mindless and wild. I lick her lips and suck her nipples, palming her tits, pulling her hair. I make her say my name again and again. I say hers, like a prayer. Like I’m chanting for my goddess.
“Bianca,” I growl, stroking in harder, grinding against her swollen clit. “My Bianca, my wife, my everything.”
“God, you’re fucking crazy,” she says, arching her back and leaning on her hands. “I’m gonna come, you psycho.”
“Good fucking girl,” I say with a vicious laugh, fucking her fast and hard.
She breaks so beautifully. Everything about her sings. Her skin flushes pink and her mouth hangs open and drool slides down her chin. I could lick her clean. I could spend my life right here buried between her legs. Watching her come ruins me, and I lose myself inside her, way past caring that we just fucked twice without protection. Way past caring about anything but her.
She collapses into my arms. I hold her tight, breathing hard. I kiss her, grinning like a monster.
“Happy I came to work today?” I whisper.
“Not really, but the sex is nice.”
I hold her like that, stroking her hair, whispering how perfect she is, until we finally dress again. Once we’re decent, I settle into my chair.
She stares at me and glances at the door. “You’re not leaving?”
My eyebrows lift. “You thought I was going to fuck you and then get out of here?”
“I mean, I just?—”
“Did you fuck mehopingit’d make me leave?”
“No… but the thought did occur.”
I laugh, shaking my head in wonder. “Maybe you really are as twisted as me.”
She sighs in frustration. “What do I have to do to get rid of you?”
“Nothing. You can’t.” I get up and stretch languidly. “Tell you what though. I’ll get us some coffee, okay?”
“And then you’ll go home?”
“No, baby.” I walk over and kiss her. “And then I’ll sit right in that chair and stare at my perfect little wife.”
“Psycho,” she mumbles.
