Page 480 of Rosetti Family New York
"Van," she breathes, and my name in her mouth makes me want to devour her completely.
I push her skirt up around her waist, my hands rough on her thighs as I spread her wider. Her panties are soaked through, and when I press my palm against her pussy through the fabric, she bucks against the pressure.
"Fuck, you're wet," I growl, feeling how ready she is even through the barrier of lace. "Does danger make you hot, sunshine?"
"You make me hot," she shoots back, her voice steady despite the way her body trembles under my touch. "The way you protected everyone. The way you took control."
I tear her panties off with one sharp pull, the delicate fabric shredding in my grip. She gasps at the sudden exposure, but her legs fall further apart, offering herself completely. The sight of her pussy, pink and glistening in the dim light, makes my mouth water.
"Jesus Christ," I mutter, running one finger through her slick folds. She's soaked, more aroused than I've ever seen her. "You're fucking dripping."
I drop to my knees between her spread thighs, not caring about the hard concrete floor. Right now, nothing matters except tasting her, claiming her, proving to both of us that we survived this together.
The first swipe of my tongue across her clit makes her cry out, the sound echoing off the storage room walls. She tastes like salt and desperation, and I can't get enough. I work her withmy tongue, broad strokes followed by focused attention on the bundle of nerves that has her grinding against my mouth.
"Don't stop," she pants, her hands fisted in my hair as her hips move against me. "Please, Van, don't stop."
I slide two fingers inside her, feeling her pussy clench around the intrusion. She's tight and wet and perfect, her walls gripping me like she never wants to let go. I curl my fingers forward, finding that spot that makes her see stars, while my tongue continues its relentless assault on her clit.
"That's it," I growl against her flesh, the vibration making her shudder. "Come for me. Show me how alive you are."
Her orgasm tears through her, her back arching off the desk as she screams my name. Her pussy pulses around my fingers, soaking my hand with her release. I don't stop, working her through every wave until she's pushing at my head, overstimulated and shaking.
I stand, my lips and chin wet with her arousal, and claim her mouth again. She kisses me back desperately, tasting herself on my tongue, her hands working frantically at my belt.
"I need you inside me," she says against my lips, her voice raw with need. "Now."
My pants hit the floor, followed by my boxers, and my cock springs free, hard and aching. When she wraps her hand around me, stroking from base to tip, I nearly lose control right there.
"Fuck," I hiss, my hips jerking into her grip. "Your hands…"
"I want all of you," she says, positioning me at her entrance. "After today, after everything, I need to feel you."
I push inside her with one long stroke, burying myself completely in her tight heat. She cries out at the sudden fullness, her pussy stretching to accommodate me. For a moment, we both freeze, overwhelmed by the sensation of being joined so completely.
"Move," she demands, her nails digging into my shoulders. "Please, Van, I need you to move."
I set a brutal pace, driven by adrenaline and the desperate need to claim her completely. The desk creaks under us with each thrust, but I don't care if the whole fucking gallery hears us. Right now, there's nothing but her pussy gripping my cock, her moans filling the air, the slap of skin against skin.
"You feel so fucking good," I growl, my hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. "So tight around my cock. Like you were made for me."
"Harder," she gasps, meeting me thrust for thrust. "I'm not fragile, Van. After today, you know I'm not fragile."
I fuck her harder, deeper, each stroke pushing sounds from her throat that make my balls draw up tight. She takes everything I give her and demands more, her legs wrapped around my waist, heels digging into my ass to pull me deeper.
"Touch yourself," I command, wanting to see her fall apart completely. "I want to watch you come on my cock."
Her hand slides between us, fingers finding her clit as I continue to pound into her. The sight of her touching herself while I fuck her is almost too much, her face twisted with pleasure, lips parted as she chases her release.
"That's it, princess," I growl, feeling her pussy start to flutter around me. "Show me how good my cock makes you feel."
Her second orgasm rips through her without warning, her pussy clamping down on me like a vice as she screams my name. The tight, wet heat pushes me over the edge, and I bury myself deep inside her as I come, filling her with everything I have.
For long moments, we stay joined, breathing hard, neither willing to break the connection. Her hands soften on my shoulders, sliding up to cup my face. The tenderness of the gesture catches me off guard after the raw intensity of what we just shared.
I pull out slowly, both of us hissing at the loss of connection. My cum drips down her thighs, marking her in the most primitive way possible. She doesn't move to clean herself up, just sits there on the desk looking thoroughly fucked and completely satisfied.
"We should get dressed," I say finally, though I don't want to break this moment. "Before someone comes looking for us."
