Page 10 of Her Top Dog
What a pretty,pink pussy, I thought as I spread her wide for me. She was on display. Ripe. Quivering. Wet. So fucking wet that I could see her glistening and ready for me. Her cream tasted tangy and sweet all at once and I wanted to lick her clean.
“Good girl,” I whispered and stood, noting the way she still didn’t remove her hands from the desk, just as I had asked.
I grabbed hold of her zipper and undid her dress. “Stand,” I said and gently helped her up from the desk. I noted the way her elbow in my hand trembled and she seemed shaky on those three-inch, fuck-me heels of hers.
Even though I wanted her to fuck me wearing those, her safety was more important. I lowered and helped her slip out of the heels and tugged the dress down, revealing her gorgeous pale pink nipples to me.
No panties and no bra. Dirty girl.
Just this once, she had said. Not if I had anything to do with that. Once would never be enough. I needed her. She was the perfect combination of tough and soft. Sweet and salty.Dominant and submissive.
In all my years dating, I’d never felt so strongly about any woman as I did right now about Nina Miller.
I gripped her hips in my hand and guided her to face me. Fully naked, she was even more gorgeous than I had even imagined. Perky teardrop breasts and rosebud nipples begged for my mouth, my tongue… but so did that wet pout of hers, parted and panting. She was looking up at me with those bright blue eyes, awaiting my next command. Based on that look alone, I thought she might do anything…anything… to be fucked.
I lifted her up, setting her on the desk, and slowly unbuttoned my shirt. She stared, hungry, as I undressed, her eyes cascading across my torso down to where I tugged the button of my pants open and shoved them down over my hips, leaving me standing there, hard as a rock, in my boxer briefs.
Her eyes were now transfixed to my erection, and I noted the way she wiggled, sitting on her hands—almost like she had to stop herself from reaching out to touch me.
“Take them off,” I growled and her eyes darted to meet mine as though she wasn’t certain she heard me correctly. I indicated with a jut of my chin to the boxer briefs.
Her shock quickly dissolved into desire as she lunged forward and impatiently yanked the soft cotton down over my hips and pushed them lower past my thighs as my hard cock sprang free. Her whimper was all I needed to hear as she reached out, wrapping her hand around me, her thumb dragging over the vein on the underside.
Her lips were swollen from our first kiss, and I pressed my mouth to hers once more, gentler this time. They were deliciously soft and yet also more bold than they were for our first kiss which had caught her by surprise. She licked into my mouth, brushing her silky tongue against mine as her grip around my cock tightened and she stroked me from base to tip, swirling her thumb over the tip.
Christ. She felt so goddamn good.
I kneaded her breasts, rolling her nipples between my fingers and pinching them until she squirmed and let out a small whimper. I nibbled on her bottom lip and licked down her neck until I was sucking on each breast and slid my finger deep into her wet heat.
Her grip on me tightened, and I had to swallow my grunt. If she kept up with that, the main event would be over before it began. “Lay back,” I said and guided her gently down to lay across her desk. Chestnut hair fanned out behind her, and she stared at me, begging, her hands circling her own breasts. “Please,” she whispered.
I stepped deeper between her thighs, spread wide and slick for me, and after sliding a condom on, I pushed my head against her opening, sinking into her.
Her thigh muscles tightened beneath my palms and she gasped, her legs clamping around my hips. I stayed still, my hips flush against her soft inner thighs as her silky, wet heat gripped me. It felt so fucking good… so tight and hot. Her breath hitched and her bottom lip trembled as she bit down on it.
I pulled halfway out and then sank in, hard. Fast. The small of her back bucked off the desk as she cried out in pleasure. Pulling her legs up over my shoulders, I rammed into her, my hip bones pounding against the backs of her thighs.
“Yes, oh God, yes,” she cried, and I found her clit with my thumb, circling over the ripe, swollen button of need.
I thrusted hard and fast, fucking her soft, slippery folds until she moaned and cried for it harder. “You’re so fucking tight,” I grunted and nipped the inner part of her knee as I completely lost myself inside of her. Nina. Perfect wet and ready Nina. Over and over, again and again, I slammed myself into her until my balls felt tight and drew closer to my body. An orgasm pulsed from my dick, shivering its way up my entire body until I was convulsing, falling over her.
I continued to thrust through each shivering throb until my climax was abated. Until I was certain that I had milked every last drop deep into her pussy before I collapsed on top of her.
I was enjoying laying there, our bodies pressed together, my fingers strumming over her back like the strings of a guitar. It felt…right. No, right wasn’t the correct word. Being in her arms felt likehome. And I never wanted to leave.
Which was rare for me. I liked my sex fast, hard, rough… and anonymous. When it was over, I typically lost interest. A commitment-phobe, my ex-girlfriends had labeled me. And they weren’t wrong. I knew from the beginning with each of them that something was wrong—and not with them. We broke up as amicably as we could, I suppose. I just didn’t feelit. When I was spending time with my exes, I always found myself kind of wishing I was elsewhere… drinking with friends or my brothers instead of at dinner with a beautiful woman. I couldn’t picture myself sharing a home with them, having children with them, sinking inside of them night after night and not getting bored.
But with Nina? I could picture it.Allof it. I saw our home—a beautiful two-story gated house near Runyon Canyon, where we could hike with Harley. I saw our wedding, our dinners—night after night of heart-pounding sex. And I saw children. Never in my life had I desired children. But the thought of Nina’s belly swollen with our baby made my heart thunder inside my chest. I wanted that fantasy.
And I wanted it with Nina.
Now, I just had to convince her to want the same thing.
Chapter 6
Nina
What have I done?
