Page 21 of Dead Man's Wish
My cock slid between her thighs.
Bracing her back, I angled my hips and pushed the tip inside. A groan escaped and she started to push back onto me. I slipped out and watched the frustration work through her. A harmless fist curled into a ball and hit the desk.
“You can use your words, Bex.” As I goaded her, I pressed the tip inside her again. Her greedy cunt dripped around me as she sucked me in farther.
“Fuck me, please.”
“Using your manners, too . . . ,” I trailed off, moving a few more piercings deep.
“Y-yes, sir,” she stammered, trying to contain the pleasure of how deep I went. Her whimpers gave me a new craving. I grabbed the hem of her blouse and didn’t stop disrobing her until she was bare.
“What a sight you are, naked and desperate on just half my cock.” She watched me in the mirror. I motioned for her to rest one knee on the desk, and she moved carefully so as not to push me out. “Hand,” I whispered, and when she offered it up, I draped it around my neck.
I braced her to me with a hand on her throat.
“Jaiden—”
“You wanna know something?” I asked, trailing my hand over her chest. Her skin was softer than silk, and I pinched her nipple until she answered me.
“Yes, sir. Please, tell me.” She caught my smile in the mirror. Bex played into every little pleasure.
“I love this part,” I whispered, moving her gaze to her lower abdomen. “Shh, show me you can listen.” My hips rolled with a sudden thrust that seated me inside her fully. A bulge started at the base of her stomach. She bit her lip to keep quiet. The pressure of being filled completely and so suddenly would’ve had her screaming.
She writhed on my cock, but it wouldn’t alleviate that need. She wiggled me farther and prolonged that feeling. I tightened my grip on her neck.
“Watch.” I pulled my hips back and the bulge lessened. When I thrust again, her belly distended and she whimpered. “Quiet,” I reminded her. Covering her abdomen with my hand, I pressed into her soft flesh as I pumped from below. Over and over, the sensation brushed against me.
A tear rolled down Bex’s cheek as her body shook. I hit some of the deepest thrusts we’d ever felt, and the same feelings swelled in my chest, too. Kissing her temple, I stayed by her ear. Sweat dripped down the valley of my spine.
“Fall apart, Little Swallow,” I whispered. “Fall apart, baby. I’m here.”
Bex screamed as she climaxed. Her body was wound tight, and she crumbled in quakes and tremors in my arms.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I whined. Fluid gushed around me, and the force of her orgasm pushed me out. My fingers slid over her clit. More. I needed more. “Keep coming, baby.” She clawed down my neck before coming on her desk again and going lax in my arms, but I was a glutton for punishment.
I moved her to the couch across the room. Her eyes found mine and focused. With a nod of her head, I stripped down. My cock ached. Bex was half-lidded and teetering on the edge of being blissed out.
“Close to subspace?” I asked, climbing onto the couch. With her knees resting by her chest, her pussy was on display. The deep-red stilettos grazed my shoulders as Bex nodded and I eased inside. “Want me to get you there?”
“Yes, sir.” Her voice was only a hoarse whisper. I captured her mouth in a kiss. Red lipstick would be smeared everywhere, but I missed her lips against mine. Thrusting to the base in one move, I swallowed her cries.
“You’re so fucking wet, Bexley.”
Each slap of skin was accompanied by the sound of spreading wetness. Her knees fell open and I pressed my hips to hers. She clawed at my chest as a flush of red bloomed over hers. I fisted her hair and brushed my nose against hers. All focus was nearly gone from her stare.
“You want me to fuck you until I come?” I gritted out.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Are you my cumslut, Little Swallow?” My abdomen burned.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“You want my cum? I’ll fill that pretty pussy.” She shook and cried as I rutted into her. “Might just get you pregnant,” I whispered as she moaned and throbbed around my cock. “See your belly swell. Watch you get even more beautiful.”
“I—”
“Give it to me, Bexley. Let it all go.” Heat zinged up my spine and my hips stuttered. “I’ll take care of my baby.” She held my cock in a vise-grip. Her eyes rolled back and her body stiffened. A string of curses left me as her pussy milked my cock’s hot cum. As I worked through the waves of my orgasm, the sticky mixture spread over us.
