Page 19 of Bewitched By the Mountain Man
“You like that, don’t you? You like being spread out on my desk. So fucking desperate for my cock.”
“Yes,” I gasp, my head falling back as he hits a spot inside me that makes me see stars.
He pulls out suddenly, leaving me empty and aching. I whimper in protest, but before I can say anything, he flips me over, bending me over the desk so my chest is pressed against the cold wood.
“You want me to break you? Then you’re gonna take everything I give you, and you’re not gonna come until I say so. You hear me?”
I nod, my cheek pressed against the desk. He grabs my hips, pulling them back, and thrusts into me again, harder this time.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groans, his hands gripping me tightly as he sets a punishing pace. “So fucking tight, so perfect.”
I moan, pushing back against him. The pressure is building, coiling tight in my core, but every time I get close, he slows down, pulling back just enough to keep me on the edge.
“You don’t get to come yet. You’re gonna wait until I’m ready to let you.”
“Lachlan, please, I need…” I beg, my voice breaking as I claw at the desk.
“You need what?” he mocks, his hand sliding around to my front, finding my clit and circling it with slow, torturous strokes. “You need my cock? My fingers? You’re so fucking greedy, Tessa.”
I’m panting, my body shaking as he keeps me teetering on the edge, denying me the release I’m desperate for.
“Please. Please, Lachlan, let me come.”
“Not yet,” he growls, his fingers speeding up just enough to make me whimper, then slowing again. “You’re gonna take it like this, Tessa. You’re gonna take every fucking inch of me, and you’re gonna wait until I say you can come. You wanted this. You wanted me to ruin you. So take it.”
I’m a mess, moaning and writhing against the desk, my body completely at his mercy. He’s relentless, his thrusts deep and unyielding, his fingers teasing my clit with just enough pressure to keep me on the brink.
He groans, his rhythm faltering slightly, and I know he’s close too, fighting to hold on to his control.
“Fuck, Tessa,” he says, his voice strained. “Beg for it. Beg me to let you come.”
“Please, Lachlan,” I sob. “Please let me come. I need it. I need you. I’ll do anything, just please.”
He leans down, his chest pressed against my back, his lips brushing my ear. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you beg. Come for me, Tessa. Come on my cock.”
I shatter, my orgasm crashing through me as I cry out his name. It’s overwhelming, almost painful in its intensity. He doesn’t slow his pace, fucking me through it.
“Fuck, that’s it,” he groans, his hands tightening on my hips as his rhythm stutters. “You’re gonna make me come, Tessa. You’re gonna make me lose it.” He thrusts deep one last time, spilling inside me as he rides out his release.
For a moment, we’re still, our bodies pressed together, the only sound is our heavy breathing and the faint hum of the office’s fluorescent lights.
Then he pulls back, and I feel the loss of him like a physical ache. He helps me stand, turning me to face him.
“You’re gonna destroy me, Tessa. You’re gonna fucking ruin me, and I don’t know if I can stop it.”
“Then don’t,” I say, leaning up to kiss him, slow and deep, pouring everything I feel into it.
His hands slide into my hair, holding me close, and for the first time, I feel him give in completely, like he’s finally letting himself want me without fighting it.
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LACHLAN
My cock’s still twitching, the aftershocks of release pulsing through me, but the anger’s already clawing at my chest. I lost control. Again. I fucked her right here on my desk, where anyone could’ve walked in, where I’m supposed to be the professional, not some animal giving in to every base urge.
“Leave,” I say, trying to put distance between us. “You can’t do this. You can’t come here again.”
She blinks, her lips swollen from my kisses, her hair a mess from my hands. “What?”
