Page 50 of Laila Manning
“I should be calling you out for toxic masculinity and telling you to shove your chivalry somewhere dark, but all I can think about is how I’d rather show you my appreciation for saving me.” She shook her head as she rambled. “I’m fucked up.”
“You’re perfect.” I countered, flattening my hands against the desk on each side of her ass as she pulled me closer with her legs tangled around mine. “I thought you were afraid of me.”
“No!” She gasped, biting my lip, and sucking on it like a minx. “I wanted to fall to my knees at your feet right then and there.”
“Never.” I growled, towering over her, and tightening my hand in her hair until she was forced to look up at me and focus. “Your knees will never touch the ground for me, Laila. You’ll sit atop a throne, and I’ll be the one at your feet.”
She moaned and rocked her hips, creating friction between our bodies, and my cock twitched in my jeans.
“Tell me what you want.” I demanded as she rocked her hips again. Her moves were frantic and uncoordinated from her inexperience.
“I don’t know.” She closed her eyes and tried to shake her head, but I tightened my hold around her long locks and dropped my lips to her neck, sucking on the skin above her wild pulse.
“Don’t lie to me.” I ordered, and she moaned, rocking her hips again, rubbing herself against my hard-on. “Tell me what you want, Dove.” I sucked her earlobe into my mouth and teased it with my teeth. “Tell me what you need.”
“I need to come.” She panted, speaking about her needs even though it made her uncomfortable.
“You want me to make you come, Dove?”
“Yes.” She cried, digging her nails into the back of my neck as she held me to her throat.
“Right here?”
“Yes.” She nodded frantically.
“Say it then.” I instructed. “Use your words to tell me what you need, and it’s yours.”
“I want you to make me come, right here, on my boss’s desk.” She panted and then gasped when I lifted her off the desk and laid her onto her back with her legs still wrapped around my waist as I pinned her down, hovering right above her. Her eyes were wide, and I could see the brightness of fear in them, but behind that fear was excitement.
I rocked against her, using the entire length of my hard cock pinned in my pants to rub her clit, and her eyes rolled and then fluttered closed as I did it again.
“Tell me how you feel.” I whispered as I pressed my hand flat against her rib cage directly beneath her breast.
“Like I’m going to combust into flames.” She panted, opening her eyes, and staring up at me as I rolled my hips again, humping her into the desk through our jeans. Twice now I’d touched her like this, but both times her clothes were between us, which was the safest way to ensure she was comfortable with it.
Until I could earn her trust with more than just her orgasms.
“I can feel how hot your pussy is, Dove.” I teased, “How needy it is.”
“God, yes.” She moaned, widening her legs and tilting against me so she got more pressure on her clit. “You feel so good.”
A flush of arousal colored her neck and cheeks as sweat beaded in her hairline. And she had never looked sexier to me.
Erotic.
She was so fucking erotic.
“I want to make you come.” I admitted. “I want it more than anything else.” Cupping the bottom of her breast with my hand, she arched her back, pushing it into my palm until I could feel the hard point of her nipple through her shirt and bra. “Good girl.” I praised, rocking faster.
“Fuck.” She whispered as her jaw went slack, and she tensed in my arms.
“Tell me.”
“I’m coming.” She whispered almost inaudibly, but I didn’t need to hear it to know. I couldfeelit. In every nerve of my body, I could feel her orgasm cresting inside of her and tipping over the other side like atidal wave of pleasure. Even without orgasming myself, I felt pleasure. Seeing her gain hers and being the one to give it to her was incredible.
“That’s it.” I commended, “That’s my good girl.”
“Oh God.” She panted, going lax in my arms, and dropping her hands to her chest as I leisurely rolled her nipple between my fingers and slowly continued to stroke my cock against her. “Don’t ever stop.” She whined with her eyes closed and a satisfied smile on her lips that I eagerly tasted as I kissed her, slowing my movements and then stopping them.
