Page 64 of Love Me Back
She grabbed me and lined my shaft up with her moist, hot center. I pushed her down hard, and she took me in one stroke.
“FUCK!” she screamed.
I bent her over so her chest hit the top of her thighs and trailed my fingertips over her spine.
“You’re so tight this way.” I hadn’t even moved her yet, and I was ready to blow. “Put your hands on the desk, Jessie.”
She gripped the edge and held on. I grabbed her hips and lifted her before pulling her back down, impaling her on my cock. It felt so fucking good to be in charge of everything—thespeed, the tempo, the way I fucking slammed into her.
“Grayson, I can’t. Not again.”
“Oh, you can, Jessie. And you fucking will. I want everyone to hear you screaming my name. To know you belong to me.”
I lifted and pulled her, sliding her along my shaft. My hand went to her throat, and I pressed my chest against her back. “You’re such a good girl, Jessica Montoya. Taking my dick so well every fucking day.”
I held her still against me as I sucked on her neck. I wanted to mark every inch of her body, and I wanted this to last. She had me so worked up from sucking my dick that I expected to blow as soon as I sunk into her.
I pinched and pulled at her nipples with my free hand. While the other around her throat tightened, causing her to gasp.
“Grayson, please.”
“Please what, Jessie? What do you need?”
“Please move,” she begged.
“Baby, you aren’t in charge anymore. When we’re in bed and all I can do is lie there while you fuck me, you can run the show. But in my office, I’m the fucking boss,” I growled before I bit her shoulder.
“You’re a bastard.”
“My parents were married before I was born,” I argued.
“You’re an asshole, then.”
“That might be true, but you love it.”
She reached up and pulled my hair, turning my head so she could look in my eyes. “I love you.”
Our lips met in frantic need. Our tongues battled for power, and I hissed out a curse when she bit my lip.
“Brat.”
I lifted her up until my dick slipped free. “Turn around,” I snarled, and she spun around and climbed on my lap to straddle me. Her legs hung over the arms of the chair and her hands went around my neck.
“Hold on, baby.”
I grabbed her ass and squeezed as I raised and lowered her,over and over. I did all the work, and it was fucking worth it when she came for a third time and choked my cock as I exploded inside her.
Sweat dripped from my brow. Jessie’s head lay on my shoulder. We were both spent. The downside of not having sex in a bed was not being able to go right to sleep after.
She tried to move, and I held her still. “Wait. I’m not ready to let you go yet.”
She settled against me, and I held her tight. The events of the day came rushing back, and seeing her on the back of my horse, no saddle, no stirrups, knowing the only thing she had to hold on to was Thunder’s mane, terrified me. The idea that at any moment she could have slipped off him, possibly fallen under his thundering hooves, had my heart beating overtime as Carl and I raced behind her in the truck.
I needed to find the bastard who shot at her. When I did, wheelchair or not, I would make him pay for scaring her the way he did.
“Grayson, I need to get dressed before someone comes in here.”
“The door is locked.”
