The words almost make me laugh. Of course I feel tight when he’s so huge. I slide my hands down his hips and beneath the jeans he’s still wearing to his ass. The fact that I’m still wearing the shirt and he’s still got his clothes on only makes this fantasy hotter. As if he really did just wander into the wrong room and decide to take me up on what I’m offering. As if my family is right down the hallway, totally unaware of the way my father’s best friend is wedging his cock into my pussy, deeper and deeper with each passing second.
I moan again, the sound trapped against Jonas’s palm. He sinks the rest of the way into me in response. Only then does he go still, allowing me to adjust to his size. It doesn’t take long. After all, he wasn’t lying when he said I’m practically dripping for him. I shift a little, experimenting with the feel of him inside me.
“All those little whimpers and shakes and, here you are, taking my entire cock.” I can’t see his face in our current position, but I don’t need to in order to hear how coldly amused he is. I clench around him in response. Jonas curses again. “We have to be quiet. Can’t have the headboard giving us away.”
I nod again. I’m panting, my breath coming too fast, too hard. How does he know exactly what to say in order to set me aflame? It’s dirty and all kinds of wrong, but it’s fantasy and fantasy can’t hurt anyone. It can only bring us pleasure.
Jonas begins to fuck me, a long slow withdrawal and an equally slow advance. The bed barely moves. I can’t move. He slips his free arm beneath the small of my back, lifting my hips and…holy shit…that angle has him dragging against my G-spot. He knows it, too. Instead of the deep strokes he’s been doing, he works the tip of his cock against that spot inside me until I’m moaning with each move. Even with his hand covering my mouth, I’m not being quiet. I’m not even trying.
Pleasure coils tighter and tighter through me, centering where he works my G-spot. I’m so fucking close, I’m getting lightheaded. So…fucking…close.
I don’t mean to dig my nails into his ass. I really don’t. He growls against my neck and surges forward, impaling me to the hilt. I let loose a little scream, but Jonas ignores it. “It’s like that, is it?” He hitches my hips higher, sinking even deeper into me. “You need more.”
I’m already nodding. “Fuck me.” The words are muffled, but clear.
Jonas curses. “We’re going to get caught.” He pulls back and slams into me. The headboard gives a dull thump against the wall, the sound feeling much louder than it actually is. Because someone could hear. Because we’re giving ourselves away.
He does it again. “But you don’t care about being caught, do you? All you care about is getting this cock as deep inside you as possible. Dirty. Little. Slut.”
How can he turn words that should be harsh into something that’s an endearment? I don’t understand it, but I’m not about to question it.
“Do you hear someone coming down the hallway?” he murmurs against my ear. “If they open this door, they’re not going to be able to pretend we’re doing anything but fucking.” His hand tenses on my mouth and then he’s fucking me harder, the sound of flesh meeting flesh twining with the headboard hitting the wall. “I don’t give a damn. I’m not going to stop.”
“Don’t stop,” I moan.
“I won’t.” His fingers dig into my jaw. Not enough to hurt, but he’s losing control. That knowledge drives my lust higher, lures my orgasm closer. “Your pussy is too good. I can’t stop fucking you. No matter who walks into this room. Not until you come and I fill you up. That’s what you want, isn’t it, dirty girl? For me to fuck you all night and then for you to go to breakfast with your parents all filled up with my come. If you were quiet, they wouldn’t know what a little slut you’ve been.” He curses and drives into me harder. “But you can’t be quiet, can you? Fuck. We’re going to get caught.”
9
We’re going to get caught.
My orgasm sweeps me under. I scream against his palm and surge up, trying to take him deeper. Jonas immediately understands what I need. He wrenches my leg higher and keeps fucking me, one orgasm rolling into a second as he follows me over the edge, his strokes getting harsher and rougher until he grinds into me, filling me up just like he promised.
I expect him to move back, to put some distance between us, but Jonas releases my leg and settles more firmly between my legs. He carefully removes his hand from my mouth and leans back enough to study my expression. Whatever shell-shocked expression is on my face must satisfy him, because he drifts his fingers across the damp hair at my temple. “You’re terrible at following instructions, baby girl.”
“Sorry?”
“No, you’re not.”
A goofy smile pulls at the edges of my lips. “No, I’m not.” I give his ass a squeeze and coast my hands up under his shirt to the muscles of his back. I sigh a little. “I would really like you to be naked, Jonas.”
“You’ve been disobedient from the very start, and you keep making demands.” His gaze drops to my mouth, which is right around the moment when I realize that he hasn’t kissed me. Something akin to disappointment lodges in my chest, but with my body still practically vibrating from the pleasure of those orgasms, it feels flimsy at best. Who cares if he’s not a kisser? He’s giving me what I wanted; asking for more would just be greedy.
I feel extremely greedy right now.
I lick my lips, watching him watch the movement. “Are you going to…punish me?”
“Do you think you deserve it?”
“Probably.” I can’t help a giddy little laugh. “After all, I’ve disappointed you.”
Jonas strokes my temple again, his expression going contemplative. I can’t tell what’s part of the game and what’s reality in this moment. He’s looking at me like he can pull my thoughts directly out of my head. I could tell him it’s pointless to put in that much work; I’m more than happy to share what I’m thinking. But he’s leading this interaction, has been from the moment he walked into the room and found me with my fingers in my pussy, sniffing his pillow like some kind of horny fool.
Honestly, it’s kind of a relief.
After being in charge of my father’s company for six long months, I am exhausted. I’m tired of making all the calls, all day, every day. Handing over the reins for a weekend filled with roleplaying and pleasure is something I’m only too happy to do. Especially if the rest of the time with Jonas is like this.
He seems to come to a decision and his mouth goes hard. “I ought to put you over my knee.”
There’s no way he misses how my pussy clenches in response to that statement. I grin up at him. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”
“You’re no more sorry now than you were the last time you apologized.” But he doesn’t move back. In fact, I’m mildly shocked to feel his cock hardening inside me again. Jonas thrusts a little. It’s an easier fit now that he’s made room for himself. Still tight enough to steal my breath, but there’s none of the almost-pain that put such a delicious edge on my pleasure.