Page 74 of Forget me Knot
“Always so wet for me,” he whispers, his voice husky with desire. His thumb circles my clit, and I nearly lose it right then and there.
“Max,” I pant, feeling the heat coil in my belly. “We can’t... not here.”
“Why not? I like seeing you like this—desperate and needy.”
I half-heartedly try to protest, but it’s useless. His fingers feel too good, and when he adds a third one, stretching me further, I cry out. He silences me with another kiss, swallowing my sounds of pleasure.
The room feels like it’s spinning as I cling to him, my body trembling in anticipation of an imminent release. Just when I think I’m about to tip over the edge, he pulls his hand away. The sudden emptiness makes me whimper in frustration.
“Turn around,” he orders softly but firmly. “Hands on the table.”
I obey without thinking, bending over and gripping the edge of the table as he moves behind me. My heart hammers in my chest when I hear him unbuckle his belt.
The sound of his zip echoes through the room, sending a bolt of lust straight to my clit. We’re really doing this. Here. At his place of work where anyone could walk in. My breath hitches in anticipation as I feel him press closer. His fingers graze the back of my thighs, pushing my skirt further up until it’s bunched around my waist.
With one swift movement, he thrusts into me, filling me completely. The sensation draws a sharp moan from my lips.
“Fuck, Max,” I gasp, the intensity of his invasion making my legs quake.
“Shh,” he murmurs. “We don’t want an audience now, do we?”
His words only heighten the thrill of what we’re doing—a secret rendezvous behind closed doors. His long, powerful strokes have me seeing stars. Each thrust is precise and fierce, pushing me closer and closer to that sweet release.
The table creaks under the movement, but it’s drowned out by our heavy breathing. Max’s grip on my hips is like iron, pulling me back to meet each of his thrusts with perfect rhythm.
“Lily,” he groans out my name like a prayer, and it sends a rush of scorching heat through me.
I can barely hold myself up as his pace quickens. My pussy tightens around him involuntarily, and I feel him twitch inside me in response.
“Max,” I pant as the orgasm is just out of reach, and I keep it there. I want this to last.
“Come for me, sweet omega,” he growls.
“Not yet,” I gasp.
“Fuck,” he groans and rams deeper into me. “Are you edging yourself, baby girl?”
“Mm-hm.”
“Jesus. You’re so fucking hot. Christ. Look at my cock sliding in and out of you. Fuck, it’s perfect.”
“Max,” I moan.
He chuckles darkly, gripping my hips tighter. “You’re such an obedient little omega, Lily. You’re going to let go now.”
“No, not yet.”
His movements become more deliberate, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through me that make it harder to hold off. The rhythm is intoxicating, and I can feel the pleasure building rapidly.
When he reaches around to pinch my clit, I cry out.
“That’s it, Lily, do what your alpha needs you to do.”
“No—” my words cut off into a guttural moan as his pace increases, driving me wild.
“Yes. You’re going to come so hard for me.”
It’s like he’s cast a spell over me; I’m helpless against the tide that’s rising. Each thrust feels better than the last, pushing me closer to the edge I’ve been holding back from so desperately.
