Page 79 of Lust
All I could think about were Tris’ strong right leg parting my thighs until I was spread wide open for him. When I heard his zipper, my heart thundered, threatening to break out of my ribcage. His hot, rigid erection rubbed against the delicate skin of my cunt, and I moaned louder this time.
“Quiet,” he warned again, nipping at my ear.
I gasped when the head of his thick cock probed against my opening. Without a moment to spare, he plunged so deep inside me that it sent me flying, face smashed into the desk. He didn’t give me the chance to acclimate and started fucking me with punishingly rough and selfish strokes while the harsh material of his slacks rubbed painfully against the back of my thighs. With a hand banded around my chest to keep me firmly in place, he mercilessly took what he wanted until I groaned.
“Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.” The hand clamped over my lips loosened from his attack while I moaned over and over.
A loud strike landed on my ass, a strict warning to be quiet. I still failed to follow suit.
“I’m starting to think youwantthem to hear you.”
I tried to say no, but no words came as he ground his hard cock between my thighs, fingers swiping at my clit repeatedly.
“That’s it, isn’t it?” he hissed. “You want them to hear you. You want every woman to know that I can’t even finish one meeting without wanting to sink my cock inside you. I should punish you for making me feel this way.”
He smacked my ass again before his hand moved to my chest to part the fabric of my white dress down the middle and pull my bra down. My exposed nipples met with the cool wood of the desk.
“What would they think if they knew you loved spreading wide over this desk like a little whore,” he breathed. “What would they say if they knew how much you liked being fucked by your brother?”
My pussy clenched around his cock, eyes rolling to the back of my head.
I had no idea why I loved the dirty talk that tethered on perversion. I wouldn’t like it outside of these perimeters, but Tris and I have always had a fucked-up way of pushing each other’s buttons in private while keeping up a respectful front. Perhaps this was the way to keep our old dynamic alive while things between us had otherwise evolved. Perversion in private and the respect he showed for my cause in public. Or maybe it was simply thrilling to see Tristan unleashed when he was normally so diplomatic and collected.
Whatever the reason might be, the words drove me to scream my head off. His hand slapped over my mouth in another failed attempt to silence me, although he never stopped thrusting into me. With my hips pinned against the edge of the desk, he slammed into me over and over. He fucked me until I was floating out of my very body and into a separate universe entirely.
His body shuddered as the same ecstasy met him. Fingers dug into my hips painfully when he shoved into me for a final time, murmuring the words, “I love you,” before his seed spread inside me.
Hearing those words sounded fresh with new meaning, yet familiar, all the same. Everything had a different connotation between us now.
His weight slugged against my back, face dropping against my cheek. I caught sight of his dark hair when I tilted my face. His drooping eyelids were resigned with lethargy, lips hovering over my cheeks for soft kisses.
With a self-satisfied lazy grin, he detangled. He cleaned me up and rearranged my clothes with such tender aftercare that I wouldn’t have believed it was the same man who bent me over this desk and fucked me punishingly with vile words on his lips.
His eyes darkened when I managed to stand. Apparently, the disarrayed sight of me was a hard-on for Tristan. His cock, which was glistening and on full display between his unbuttoned slacks, stirred.
“No,” I said preemptively. My eyes nodded toward the door. “Not again. That was already too risky.”
With a lopsided smile that stopped my heart, he challenged, “It’ll take them forty-five minutes to see this place top to bottom. And it’s only been twenty minutes.”
Then he stalked toward me again and made me scream until I forgot to voice any more objections.
It was difficult to look away from Sara’s disheveled state. The white, wrap dress contrasted with her honey skin, showing off her narrow waist as she tried to smooth it down. And when she turned around to fix the haphazard desk, her perfect globe of an ass made me groan aloud.
I had practically kicked everyone out of the room to have my way with her and felt zero remorse. That irritating human, Taylor Sorenson, ignited the madness I preferred to conceal under the public’s watchful eyes. The cold-blooded male in me needed to mark Sara after spending an hour watching that sorry excuse of a man leer at her.
I should have received a medal for the restraint I had exercised. The things one must do for love. Sara admonished me for snapping at the man, but I would have preferred to gouge his eyes with kabob skewers.
Instead, I settled with taking it out on her pussy.
We managed to straighten ourselves out, along with the office, before both representatives from CARP returned from the tour. The moment they returned, I immediately wanted to kick those worthless people out for a second time. Since the first abrupt interruption had already swirled enough doubt, I managed to keep it in my pants.
Nonetheless, I couldn’t help the distaste in my mouth as the clan settled for Round-2 of the negotiations. It was a stark reminder of how similar these men were to me—only concerned with the bottom line.
The thought gave me pause over my life choices.
Jones dove in, “I hope you had some time to think things through, Ms. Marcolf.” His eyes roved over Sara as if examining for leftover hints of our tryst. I had to admit. There was a sick thrill in getting away with fucking my sister right under their noses.
“And I hope you had the chance to see what is it that we do here, Mr. Jones,” she countered politely. “Did you visit Mrs. Alberta in Unit 204? Surely, you don’t wish for her to be left without options?”
