Page 80 of Made for Wilde
My jeans and underwear hit the floor in record time. Koda spins me around and bends me over the desk, the cool wood against my palms a stark contrast to the heat building between my legs. I hear his shorts drop, and then he’s pressing against my entrance.
“Look at you,” he says, running his hands over my ass. “So wet for me already. So ready to take my cock.”
He slides into me in one smooth thrust, both of us groaning at the sensation. From this angle, he hits places that make stars explode behind my eyelids.
“I love you like this,” Koda pants, setting a punishing rhythm that has the desk creaking beneath us. “Bent over, taking everything I give you. So fucking perfect.”
His words make me clench around him, drawing another curse from his lips. One of his hands slides up my spine while the other grips my hip, holding me steady as he pounds into me.
“I can’t wait to fuck another baby into you,” he growls, his voice rough with desire. “Keep your belly round and swollen. Keep you full of me.”
The image he paints sends heat spiraling through me. The thought of carrying his children, of being claimed by him so completely, makes me push back against him desperately.
“You want that, don’t you?” His hand slides around to press against my still-small bump. “Want me to keep you pregnant. Keep you mine.”
“Yes,” I gasp, beyond caring how desperate I sound. “Please, Koda.”
His pace becomes even more relentless, and then I feel something new. His thumb, slick with my arousal, circling the tight ring of my ass before pressing inside slowly.
“Oh, yes,” I cry out, the dual sensations overwhelming. I feel so full, so completely claimed.
“That’s it, baby. Take it all.” His thumb pushes deeper, and I have to bite my lip to keep from screaming. “I can’t wait to put my cock here. To claim every part of you.”
The combination of his words, his cock filling me, and his thumb in my ass pushes me over the edge. My orgasm crashes through me like a tidal wave, my body clenching around him as I sob his name.
Koda follows immediately after, his release triggering another smaller wave of pleasure that leaves me trembling against the desk. For a moment, we stay locked together, both of us breathing hard.
Then he’s pulling out and disappearing through a door I hadn’t noticed before. I hear water running, and he returns with a damp towel, gently cleaning us both up with tender care that’s such a contrast to the intensity of moments before.
“Feel better?” he asks, pressing a soft kiss to my shoulder as I straighten my clothes.
“Much.” I turn in his arms, still a little unsteady. “Whose office is this, anyway?”
A wicked grin spreads across his face. “Dana’s.”
My blood turns to ice.
“Your sister’s office? Koda!” I look around frantically, suddenly paranoid. “What if there are cameras? What if she reviews security footage?”
He laughs, clearly enjoying my mortification. “Relax. There are no cameras in here. Dana values her privacy too much for that.”
“This is not funny!” I smack his chest, but he just pulls me closer.
“It’s a little funny,” he says, still grinning. “And incredibly hot. I’ve never seen you come that hard.”
Despite my embarrassment, I can feel heat creeping up my neck. He’s not wrong. Something about the forbidden nature of it, the risk, made everything more intense.
“You’re terrible,” I mutter, but I’m fighting a smile.
“And you love it.” He kisses my forehead, then steps back to adjust his own clothes. “I should get back out there before someone notices I’m gone. I’ll walk you out,” he says, taking my hand and leading me toward the door.
We step back into the hallway, and I can’t help but smile as his fingers intertwine with mine. The post-orgasm glow makes everything feel soft around the edges, like I’m floating instead of walking. Koda’s thumb traces circles on the back of my hand, and I catch him glancing at me with that satisfied expression he gets after he’s thoroughly wrecked me.
“You’re looking very pleased with yourself,” I murmur as we make our way toward the main entrance.
“Can you blame me?” His voice drops to that rumble that never fails to make my knees weak. “You just sucked my cock in a semi-public place and then let me fuck you in my sister’s office. I’m feeling pretty accomplished right now.”
Heat creeps up my neck at the reminder. “Don’t say it like that. You make me sound like some kind of exhibitionist.”
