Page 144 of Blush Crush

"So wet, baby," he praises. "Want me to fill you up?"

"Yes," I whimper.

He unzips his fly, pulling out his cock, and pumping it in his fist as he guides it toward my aching core. "This is going to be fast and rough."

I nod as I lower to flatten my back across the desk, my legs widening, inviting him in.

I expect him to pull down my thong before slotting in, but instead he yanks it to the right and spits over my opening. He rams me with his rigid shaft, bottoming out in one thrust.

The oxygen in my lungs vacates from the sheer force. "Oh, God, Cole!"

There's no catching my breath because a moment later, his hand skates up my chest and wraps around my throat.

"Fuck," he pants. "You look pretty being choked. Almost as pretty as you do gagging on my cock."

I struggle to focus, my senses overwhelmed, drugged by the power of his maddening rhythm and relentless grip.

I feel like his treasured possession, laid out like a meal to be devoured as his hungry eyes stay fused to mine.

The desk shakes and rattles beneath me with each rock of his hips, papers falling, pens rolling onto the floor. His pace is deliciously brutal, and I know my orgasm isn't far off.

He releases my neck and I gasp, sucking in air, stars dotting my vision.

"I made this little hole to fit me just right, didn't I?"

"Yes," I hiss, my pussy clenching around him, pulsing me toward my climax. "Just for you."

He pushes my knees into my armpits, folding me in half, and his cock slides in further, impossibly deep. My dress is a crumpled heap at my waist, but I couldn't care less. The rasp of our clothing seems magnified, adding an air of urgency. So overcome we couldn't be bothered to undress.

Cole jackhammers me, pounding me into oblivion. It's the roughest he's ever claimed me, and my senses are too overloaded with pleasure to feel an ounce of shame about it. This is bliss, it's ecstasy.

He rubs my clit with the pad of his thumb and I'm practically flung over the edge of the cliff, coming hard on a scream.

Cole is right behind, his orgasm rippling with mine.

Afterward we stay still for a moment, both catching our breath, the only sound in the room the rapid thud of my own heartbeat.

Then reality sets in. "We have to go back to dinner," I say to the ceiling.

Cole chuckles, low and slightly breathless. "We do."

"Your family is going to take one look at me and know we snuck away to have sex."

"No they won't. They probably haven't even noticed we're gone."

I lift my head to give him a pointed look. "I'm a mess. My dress is probably wrinkled to no end and I'm going to have cum running down my legs."

He tosses me a scheming smirk before moving.

"What are you doing?"

"You said you were a mess." He lowers his head, disappearing from view. "Let me clean you up."

My lust-fogged brain can hardly comprehend him, but understanding hits me quick when the familiar stroke of his tongue licks between my seam.

My back arches off the desk, a loud moan floating past my lips. Much to my surprise, heat begins to blossom within me again, despite still experiencing lingering aftereffects of the orgasm that just hit me.

Knowing that Cole is tasting our shared releases, pleasuring me with that slickness—it's unraveling me completely.