Page 26 of Mr. On Your Knees
“You want it?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
When she didn’t immediately respond he closed his teeth over her ear lobe and bit down until she cried out. “Yes, what?”
“Yes, my love!” she screamed. “Yes!”
He licked the spot on her ear he’d just bitten and whispered, “Good girl.”
Then he pulled his hands away from her and took a step back. “On your knees, Desi.”
In front of him she dropped down until her knees were on the ottoman. “Face down,” he directed her as his fingers hurriedly worked the buttons of his shirt free.
He ripped the material from his arms letting it fall to the floor. Then he worked the buckle of his belt free, unclasped and unzipped his jeans before pushing them and his briefs down. For a second, a gloriously long moment he thought about sinking into her raw and feeling her heated walls wrapping around his dick without the barrier of a condom. But then he shook the thought away. They hadn’t been together in a long time and while he’d asked about her past lovers when they’d been at the lounge, he really didn’t want to know who else had been inside his woman. Because make no mistake about it, Desi was always going to be his. He planned to remind her of that fact tonight and so, with great reluctance, he fished his wallet out of the back pocket of his jeans and found a condom before tossing the wallet onto the floor. In no time he had his length sheathed and was lining up with her pussy.
He palmed her ass cheeks, rubbing his hands over her soft flesh and groaning with how good it felt. “I missed the hell out of you,” he whispered just before thrusting deep into her. Then he was groaning again, loud and long as her pussy sucked him in deep. “Fuck!”
Beneath him she moaned and whispered something he couldn’t decipher because his mind was too full of the bliss he’d just sank himself into. He gripped handfuls of her ass, shaking it beneath his hands as he blinked and blinked again trying desperately to clear his thoughts so that he wouldn’t come in the next two seconds. “Desi, baby,” he moaned and pulled back slowly until only the head of his dick was inside her.
“Jared,” she replied when she’d turned so that only one side of her face was down on the ottoman. “Pleeeaasee.”
He nodded and moved his hands to grip her waist. “I know, baby. I know.”
It felt too damn good as he thrust slower this time until he was buried to the hilt inside of her again. “Missed you,” he said over and over again as he pounded into her. “Missed the fuck outta you.”
“Me too, my love.” She sighed. “Me too.”
Desi was so fine and so fucking obedient when she decided to be. She kept her face down on the ottoman, her back arched, ass up in the air for his viewing pleasure. He loved this view, loved the moment she decided it was her turn to throw that glorious ass back on him. He grit his teeth and tried to breathe through the pounding at his spine, the throbbing of his dick as it moved in and out of her wetness. She was so fucking good at this, at milking his shaft until he was ready to empty every ounce of his soul into the condom.
She came when he did, her walls holding his dick in a death grip, while her fingers clawed at the suede material of the ottoman. He dug his fingers into her sides, holding her perfectly still while his dick pulsated and his release was ripped from him.
“Desi,” he groaned when he found his voice and bent over her. “My Desi,” he whispered at her ear. “My Desi.”
Chapter11
The Morning After
DESI
She rolled over onto her back, dropping an arm over her eyes as she inhaled deeply. Her eyes shot open as the scent wafted through her nostrils. Coffee and fresh linen air freshener, the kind that was probably from a plug-in.
Desi sat up in the bed, her eyes roaming quickly around the room.Hisroom. And she was inhisbed. Alone. What. The. Hell???
Snatches of memory came back as her gaze landed on each piece of furniture in this large space. The huge TV mounted on the wall directly opposite of the bed. The wide windows to her left with the blinds only partially opened. Enough so that slices of sunlight filtered into the space. Two big oak-colored dressers were on another wall, a partially opened door she presumed went to a closet beside it. The walls were stark white just like the blinds, two pale gray lamps on each nightstand beside the bed. The bed.
It was big and sat high off the floor. Her legs were tangled in the beige sheets and her breath hitched when she realized she was naked beneath them. “Of course, you’re naked, Desi.” She palmed her forehead as she whispered into the silence.
She was naked because she’d fucked Jared.
Several times. Like, more than three if she were recalling correctly because this wasn’t a dream. The slight achiness between her legs was proof that this shit was real. She groaned as she fell back against the pillows. She’d fucked Jared.
And she’d spent the night in his bed. Bringing her hands to her face, she covered it and then rubbed her eyes. She let out a heavy sigh and looked around again. In addition to the lamps on the table, her purse was on the one to her left. And so was her phone which had been plugged into one of those portable chargers. Jared must have done that because sifting through the memories of his hands and mouth on her, his dick easing in and out of her, her mouth on him, his whispers in her ear and her cries of ecstasy, no where was there a memory of her plugging her phone into a charger.
She immediately rolled over and grabbed the phone, disconnecting the charger and turning it on. Another groan rumbled in her throat as she saw the missed calls and texts from Lauren and Fran. When she’d decided to leave the lounge with Jared last night she’d sent them both a text letting them know. At the last minute she’d decided to ask Fran to swing by and pick her up to go to the lounge because in addition to not feeling like going out, she hadn’t felt like driving the twenty minutes from her apartment to the lounge. Thinking back on that now she wondered if somewhere in her subconscious she’d known that she’d be leaving with a man last night.
Shaking her head at that foolishness, she ignored the texts and instead pressed Lauren’s name and waited for the call to go through.
