Dangerous. So dangerous.
And once again, I saw her for the first time—young, soft, and delicate. All those wigs and outfits were just distractions, ways she’d tried to protect herself. Underneath she was fragile. Stripped bare, she could be bruised and hurt.
This one has so many layers, and I just want to take my time lifting every one of them.
“I’ll take care of you, Emily.” I captured her soft body into my hands and placed her further on top of the desk. “Anything you need, I’ll be there.”
Underneath hooded eyes, she gazed at me. “I just want you to fuck me.”
That triggered a grunt.
“I’ll fuck you too. I’m going to bury my cock deep inside you.”
“Please.”
I caressed her soft skin, relishing my first touch of her. She was even softer than I thought. Even more delicate. Unable to stop myself, I spread her legs apart. A beautiful view greeted my eyes. She had no hair between her thighs, just a lush opening.
Hunger lathered her words. “Take your cock out.”
“I don’t usually take orders, but for you, I will.” The tip of my cock throbbed in anticipation. I opened my pants and let them drop to my ankles.
As if impatient, she raised her hands to my shirt and yanked it open. My buttons sprayed the desk. Then, she touched my waist and raked her nails over the hard-tattooed ridges of my abs, taking the time to feel each and every mound of muscle.
Grunting, I dove my hands into my boxer briefs and pulled my cock out. She’d been focused on my chest and yanking the shirt down my biceps, but my cock had caught her attention. Her hands left my shirt as she caressed the jutting thickness of my cock, lingering her fingertips at the mushroomed tip.
“This is what I need.” She traced my shaft and then slipped her fingers to my balls, cupping them both in her palms.
I groaned in pleasure, not giving a fuck if the whole world crumbled around me. Sasha and whoever could do whatever. All that mattered in this moment was her pussy and the fastest way that I could slip inside of her sweet flesh.
I yank off my shit and threw it on the floor.
Her gaze went to the lion tattooed on my arm. “Beautiful.”
And then she shocked me and spat on my cock.
Stunned, I gazed down at the saliva, dripping along the hard length.
She spat on it some more, fisted both hands around my cock, and stroked the wet length in a punishing rhythm, driving me fucking crazy.
Dangerous.
The whole time she stared at me, looking me right in my eyes, completely in control. My cock in those slick, wet hands, tugging and squeezing, slipping and sliding.
She squeezed the thickness, prolonging the needy ache.
A low groan left me. “Emily.”
She stroked her wet hands down the length again and then trailed one of her fingers along the thick pulsing vein underneath the taut skin. And I was throbbing in her palms, close to begging her to put me out of my misery.
Grunting out a curse, I cupped her breasts, toying with her nipples, loving how they pebbled under my fingertips. Our breathing increased, inhaling and exhaling together and with the beat of her strokes. Almost as if the sex gave us the air to breathe.
It was so good, her touching me, exploring the most intimate part of me. Continuing to fist fuck my cock, she cupped my balls with the other hand, driving me further over the edge.
“Yes.” She twisted her hand around my cock with each stroke, and then gently pulled, milking it, triggering intense pleasure.
And still she watched me under hooded eyes. I could feel her seeping into my soul, getting inside of me and soaking up my warmth as if she was cold and starving.
Dangerous.
“No.” I stopped her hand, right as pre-cum beaded at the top. “Lie down.”
Emily’s eyes went wild. Her pouty lips parted a fraction, as if she wanted to say something to me, but couldn’t. I swore she gasped or maybe she moaned. I was so lost in her I couldn’t compute what was going on.
She panted as if jacking me off had been getting her hot. Her pussy surely said so. As she lay down and spread her legs even wider, wetness saturated her clit and drenched her folds. Those puffy lips were smeared with cream and I wanted to lick it off, suck on that pussy, making her cum from my mouth.
I rubbed more of her arousal all over her puckered clit, making slow circles around the bud.
As badly as I yearned to be balls deep inside her, I needed to make this last. We deserved this moment. We’d averted a bomb and won over those that tried to hurt us. We’d survived. And she’d helped. And damn if she didn’t deserve to be fucked. She needed to remember this moment, and that it was I who dominated her.
Letting her head fall back, she gripped the edge of the desk. “Kaz.”
“Kaz? I like that. You can call me that more as you moan.” I dipped my finger inside of her.
Moaning, she clenched her sex on my fingers.
“Oh, Emily.” I moved my hand and licked my fingers, loving the taste of her. “Your pussy’s going to feel so good.”
My mouth ached to suck on her clit, but my cock was impatient. He would not wait anymore.
Panting, she said, “I have condoms in here.”
She tapped the drawer next to my leg with her foot.
I opened the drawer and raised my eyebrows. “There’s at least six boxes of condoms in here.”
“I like to be safe.”
But how safe do you need to be? How many men?
The thought of another man pushing his dick inside of her made me ready to kill someone. I grabbed a box and glared at her.
She slipped her hands up to her breasts and pinched her own nipples. “Why are you frowning at me?”
“I should warn you.” I tore open a condom and pulled it out the wrapper. “I can be possessive.”
She widened her eyes. “Are you always possessive with the woman you fuck?”
“No, but I will be possessive with you.”
She blinked and looked like she was about to sit up and protest my statement. But her eyes went to my cock as I slid the condom on.
I gripped her thighs and guided my cock to her wet opening, not even needing my hands to hold it. “Whoever you were fucking before, you don’t fuck anymore.”
She opened her mouth to speak, but I fucked the answer away, thrusting hard into her.
“Kaz,” she groaned.
Pumping hard and fast, I couldn’t stop myself. Her pussy was heaven, lifting me out of the insanity of what this Harlem trip had become, and giving me peace for a few moments. Pleasure. Hot and doused in flames, it flowed through me, tidal waving through my body. It felt so good. Too good. Every nerve pulsed and burst.
With each deep thrust, she clenched her pussy around my length, sucking me back into her, not letting me pull away.
“Oh, little mysh.” I leaned forward, sucking a nipple into my mouth.
She brought her hands to my head and gripped my hair, holding me tight against her.
And those beautiful brown eyes had me hypnotized. There was nothing else more important than this moment with her. Everything could crumble around us—the world itself—and I would not look away.
I captured her lips, kissing as I thrusted.
Our mouths slipped smoothly against each other. Our tongues slid in perfect motion. Kissing her was easy. Touching her. Fucking her. Thrusting into her wet, warm sex. It was all easy. Tasting her tongue and hearing her moan. So easy. Like the boom of a heartbeat. Like waking up after sleep. Like I was always supposed to do it. It was so good. So fucking easy. Like breathing, and I yearned to breathe her all in—with each stroke, with each lap of my tongue. I needed to inhale her because she’d already sucked me in.