Page 23 of Proposition 2

15. Leo

“So greedy.”

Her eyebrows shot up in shock before her brown eyes narrowed at me. I smirked as my hands moved to the button of my pants, leaving my belt hanging open.

Her posture had loosened with her orgasm, but I could tell she needed more. I didn’t want her leaving until her body had that well-fucked look that no one would mistake as she walked back to her car.

I almost snarled in rage at the thought of another man looking at what was mine. Those white stockings were an invitation to every depraved beast in the building, but no one was going to touch Cadence except me.

I had to resist the urge to mark her in more obvious ways. Her pale skin colored easily, and her thighs still bore the imprints of my hands where I’d held her open.

As much as it thrilled me, it might be hard for her to explain to her family if I left them somewhere that wouldn’t be covered.

I’d craved Cadence for so long, finally having the chance to take her was making me feel savage, and it was hard to hold back. I’d tasted her, and now I wanted to fuck her so hard she wouldn’t be able to walk away from me again. She needed to be as addicted as I was.

Grabbing her arm, I flipped her over, hand moving to tangle in her hair. Pulling it back, she was forced to arch her back, presenting her pretty ass for me as she tried to ease the pressure on her scalp.

“This is for making me wait,” I hissed as I lined myself up.

It didn’t matter that we both still had our clothes tangled around us. This wasn’t like the first night. I didn’t go slow and give her time to adjust, though I knew it was going to be uncomfortable for her. She needed to be punished for all the sinful thoughts she put in my head by showing up in those stockings and letting every other male in the club see her like that.

That was only for me.

Moving my hand to her hip, I thrust, savoring her cry and the way she wiggled to get away. I could usually control the more brutal side of myself, but she brought it all to the fore.

I looked down to where my flesh disappeared into hers, relishing the sight of the thin white stripe pulled tight on her cheek. It seemed appropriate that I was only pushing aside that veneer of innocence, not removing it. Cadence would always be a good girl.

Pulling back, I thrust again, hips meeting her ass as I let out a groan. Her channel clutched at my length, trying to milk me, but I wasn’t ready for this to end yet.

Tightening my grip on her hip, I used her hair as leverage to slam in harder. Her cries would have made me think she was in pain if she hadn’t been pushing herself back onto me each time I surged forward.

I could feel her tensing, already on the edge of another orgasm. As much as I wanted to draw out the experience, I couldn’t hold back much longer.

Pulling on her hip to change the angle, my pace increased. Cadence clung to the opposite edge of my desk, moans slipping from her pink lips.

The thought of spilling inside her, of filling her, pushed me over the edge, and I gritted my teeth as my cock began to pulse. The first jet of release was followed by Cadence crying out as her own orgasm washed over her and her channel rippled around my cock.

I remembered asking her if she’d cycled, and some of my high dissipated. I wanted to breed her. I wanted her ripe with my child and tied to me in ways she could never break.

But I could wait for that.

I’d already proven I could be patient and wait for the right opportunity. Cadence thought this was a short-term arrangement. That I’d grow tired of her.

She didn’t realize this wasn’t a passing infatuation. I wasn’t going to give her up. She’d given me her trust and innocence.

I’d given her my heart.

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