Rhys leisurely kissed his way down my body, slowing when he reached the middle of my breasts, turning his attention to one with renewed hunger. His teeth worried the rose-colored tip, his tongue brushing against it slowly. He stared at me as I writhed on his desk, my hands lowering to the edge, holding it tightly while he learned my body intimately. He moved to the other breast, showering it with the same heated kiss before he once again started toward the one place I needed him most.
The moment he reached my wanted destination, he turned his attention to my thighs, slowly kissing his way to my ankle. His fingers brushed over the back of my knee, sending my pulse racing to my core. He laughed huskily, standing to lavish the other leg with the same attention, moving his way back toward my center. His heated mouth claimed my clit without warning, sucking it hard between his lips, causing me arch off the desk, coming without warning in a violent orgasm.
He moaned against my core, staring at me while I blinked, trying to figure out what the hell had just happened as moans left my throat, and the room spun around me. Rhys didn’t release my clit. He didn’t even pretend to care that I’d come harder than I had ever come before in my entire life. My whole body vibrated with a shudder that continually escaped past my lips as a whimpered cry.
Rhys picked me up, kissing me hard while walking us toward the bed, dropping me. He watched my still trembling body bounce on the mattress. I smoothed my hands over my belly, but he stopped them, capturing them to pin above my head. He settled between my thighs, peering down at me with heat glowing in his azure gaze.
“That belongs to me tonight, woman. Do not touch it unless I tell you that you can. Spread your legs and drop your knees apart. Show me what belongs to me, Remington,” Rhys ordered, lowering his mouth to mine, sucking my bottom lip between his teeth. He bit into it softly, pulling back with a growl that reverberated through his chest, sending a shiver rushing through me. My legs dropped open, and he smiled, releasing my lip as he sat back, staring at the mess between my thighs that he’d created. “Good girl.”
He stood slowly, backing up a step, working the buttons on his suit pants. He paused to make sure he had my undivided attention as he grinned, freeing his huge, thick cock that jutted up proudly against his stomach. He allowed the pants to slide down his legs, easily stepping out of them as he gripped his pulsing shaft, watching me hungrily licking my lip as the tip glistened with cum.
“Sit up,” he ordered, and I did. I sat up and leaned forward, pushing his hand away from the silken flesh as I kissed it, gazing up into his eyes. I let my tongue glide over the rounded top.
The tick in his jaw hammered, and his neck muscles constricted. The moment I took him into my throat to his base without warning, he gasped loudly. His fingers pushed through my hair, moving it away from my face. I pulled back, smiling around him, lavishing the sensitive edges while he studied me through hooded eyes. He allowed me to bring him to the edge, his chest tightening as his breathing grew labored. The muscles of his stomach clenched, and then he pushed my body back, trapping me beneath his. Darkly hooded eyes searched my face, and then he grabbed my hands, holding them above my head, parting my legs with his knee.
Rhys lowered his mouth, kissing me softly while I squirmed with need beneath him. I felt his hardness against my core, felt his thick cock pushing against my opening before he pulled back, and thrust his hips forward, watching me cry out while he stretched me painfully full. He buried himself within me to his base, and my body reacted violently, coming undone with the abrupt, painful entrance.
I whimpered his name, and he stared at me as my eyes blinked to dispel the blotches of light that filled them. My ears rang, and sweat covered my body. He released my hands, sitting back to stare down at where we were connected.
“Bloody hell, Love,” he grunted painfully while my body clenched against his throbbing cock. “You’re certain you have been fucked before?” His eyes held mine before they lowered, his fingers slowly parting my pussy to show him how tightly my body gripped against him. My core clamped down around him, trying to dispel his oversized cock.
“I ache,” I moaned, the burning stretch he created making my body pulse with the need for him to move. He was largely endowed, filling every inch of me full with his throbbing cock.
“You’re so gorgeous.” His eyes lifted, watching me trembling through the storm that refused to abate. His lips tugged up in the corners, watching yet another orgasm explode through me the moment his fingers grazed over my clit. “You’re so tight around me, sucking me off while you come for me.”
Rhys slowly moved within me, and I cried out his name. My hands wound through the blankets, twisting in them as he rocked against my apex. He groaned loudly while my body gripped him tightly, milking him while he slowly danced me back to the edge. The moment before I would have danced over the edge again, he stopped, lifting my body against his. He rose to sit back on his knees, kissing me breathless, moving us until I was straddling him as he lay back on the bed, peering up at me through burning eyes that searched my face.
“Ride me, woman. I want to watch your pretty eyes glow with wonder while I am buried within your tight cunt. You’re so fucking responsive to my touch,” he murmured, smiling at me with mischief dancing in his pretty gaze.
Rhys reached up, squeezing my breasts before dragging his heated stare down my body ravenously. He placed his hands on my hips, directing me to move slowly. He watched everything. The motion of my body. The speed I moved my hips in. When I started to unravel, he held me in place, denying me. I moaned, rocking my body with the need to come again. He smirked, leaning up to suck one nipple into his mouth, moving his tongue in a circle around the hard, pink tip. He lay back, directing my hips again as he slowly moved within me.
He continued denying me until I grew frustrated, which I knew he was aware of his effect on me. Lowering his eyes, he watched his fingers stroke my clit, growling from deep in his chest at my hooded stare, burning with need for him.
“You’re so fucking tight and perfect around my cock, Remington.”
“I’d be more perfect if you let me come,” I murmured huskily, shocked at the silkiness and need buried in my tone.
“You light up when you come for me,” he hissed, lifting my hips, slamming me down hard on his thick erection. “Do you want to come for me?”
“Yes,” I murmured, leaning down to claim his lips.
He slowly controlled the speed of our bodies, slamming me down every few moments until it hit on every nerve ending, firing them all up at once while he watched me pulling back to assist in my undoing.
“Look at me and don’t close your pretty blue eyes. I want to see them light up with wonder when you come on my cock,” Rhys ordered, slowly rocking my hips until I was assisting him. The coil in my stomach tightened, and I started to sweat as he slowly brought me to the edge of another orgasm.
He didn’t release my hips, guiding my body and the angle in which he entered me. I lowered my head, holding his eyes while everything with me began to unfurl. Rainbow prisms filled my vision, and butterflies took flight within me.
My skin broke into goosebumps, and he lifted me, slamming me down onto his cock repeatedly. The scream ripped from my throat. His name escaped my lips like he was my savior, and I’d worship him until my dying days. Rhys continued thrusting into my body, extending the length of the orgasm until tears escaped my eyes. The beauty of the pleasure rocked my foundation and forced my walls to break apart and crumble, and he watched it happen.