Page 91 of Final Temptation
My eyes drifted below his belt, the outline of his hard cock threatening to bust out of his fancy gray dress pants. Snapping my legs shut, I inched for the end of the table, reaching out for the part of this man that drove me crazy the most.
Even though I’d already had an orgasm—one that rocked my fucking world—my body was still screaming for him. One orgasm was never enough when it came to Myles.
I ripped at his belt, the buckle flying open, granting me access to the rest of his pants. As badly as I wanted to tear his clothes off, I had a moment of clarity, remembering we were at the rehearsal dinner of my best friend and his brother, and by the grace of God, we needed to somehow look like we weren’t just in here fucking each other’s brains out.
I mean, shit, my dad’s here too, and walking out of this closet like a Walk of Shame Hall of Famer would be something else entirely.
In one fell swoop, I shoved his pants down, along with his boxer briefs. With my underwear still stuffed in my mouth, muting me, Myles slipped me off the table and turned me around so that my ass pressed against his length.
“Gotta make this quick,” he moaned against my ear. My head fell back against his shoulder with a muffled sigh of my own.
With my dress bunched up in one hand and the other holding myself against the table, Myles grabbed my hips for stability, guiding his cock into my slit.
He didn’t hold back.
There was zero teasing.
In one full thrust, his cock hit me as deep as my body would allow it.
Myles pulled in and out in long, hard strokes. Leaning his head down on my shoulder, he stifled his own cries by biting into my shoulder—marking me.
“Jesus Christ, Sophie. How is it that whenever I’m inside you, it feels better than the last?” With every rock of his hips, every deep plunge into my pussy, my body beggedto scream and let everyone in this goddamn building know how he made me feel.
The longer we were forced to be quiet, the more we clawed at each other.
His teeth sank deeper into me, and my hand reached behind his head, grabbing at his hair to return the pain that easily felt like pleasure in a moment like this.
“I’m close, baby.” His thrusts picked up, the pace becoming more manic as his orgasm threatened to rip through him.
His hands were all over my body, like he couldn’t quite decide where he wanted to touch me first. We had little time, and he desired to have all of me—just how I wanted him.
One minute, he was gripping my hips as he pounded into me. The next, he was grabbing the flesh of my ass, marking me there too. His hands moved up the silk of my dress, cupping my tits through the fabric, still perfectly locating my nipples even with a barrier between us. He pinched and tugged with each and every movement being as frantic as the next.
Even a quick fuck with Myles had me coming apart. I could feel my pussy contracting against his cock, tightening around it with every throb.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he said through gritted teeth.
My cries teared through me, but it wasn’t until Myles tore my panties from my mouth and pulled out of me that I realized my crazed moans were everything we were trying to avoid. Myles spun me around, silencing my whimpers by sliding his tongue in my mouth.
His lips sucked against mine, the taste of me lingering on his tongue. Each kiss was bruising and addictive. Hishand moved along his cock, jerking himself until he came, and I craved any opportunity he gave me to watch him.
I tore my lips away from him, watching his hand go to work before he coated my panties in his cum.
Definitely won’t be needing those again.
“Fuck.” His hips thrusted into his fist, squeezing out every last drop.
So. Hot. He was so fucking hot.
Hovering over his ear, I whispered, “Looks like I’ll be going commando the rest of the night.”
“Jesus Christ, keep it fucking down in there,” Chase called from the other side of the door, grabbing our attention.
“I mean, we tried our best, right?” We both laughed, looking around the small space.
“This room screams,I got fucked in.” Myles chuckled while he cleaned himself up.
Now, hopefully, we could escape without getting caught. But I knew my best friend, and she knew me, and it was damn near impossible to wipe the kind of pleasure Myles was capable of giving me from my face.
