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“Don’t stop,” I say with a gasp.

His mouth slides along my folds, his tongue lashing at me. His fingers dig into the soft flesh of my ass cheek, pulling it aside to expose my pussy further.

“Are you going to come on my tongue like a good girl?” he asks.

“Yes.”

“Say it.”

My hips roll. “I’m going to come on your tongue.”

I breathe rapidly, moments from climax. The desktop dampens under my palms as he drives another finger into me, stretching me.

“Tell me how it feels,” he says.

The sting and sensation of fullness combined with his tongue lashing my throbbing clit sends me over the edge, blurring my vision and scrambling my thoughts. Pleasure crashes through me in violent waves.

“Like heaven and hell,” I say with a moan.

He shoves his fingers in further, licking the wetness soaking my inner thighs.

“Damn fucking right,” he says. “Don’t move, sweetheart.”

Before I’ve caught my breath, he rises behind me, grabs my ass cheeks, and angles the hot tip of his cock against my pussy.

“I know your hungry little cunt needs me to fuck it,” he says, hitching my skirt higher, out of the way.

With a hand still on my ass, he winds the other through my hair, jerking my head back with a sharp twist. Tiny jolts of pain shoot through my scalp. He hooks his fingers into my mouth and slides them over my tongue, and I taste my own salty arousal.

His breath is heavy on my neck. I’m trying to steady myself on my feet when he nudges at my entrance. Lucan shows no hesitation or mercy—he just pushes into me in one long, incredible thrust.

My hips slam forward into the desk. I’m anchored to him by my hair, so there’s nowhere for me to go. I have to take all of him, and the intensity rocks my body. My inner walls struggle to accommodate his girth.

His breathing becomes ragged, like he’s more beast than man, and he pounds me without pause.

The strokes are fast, deep, and uneven. He pumps me so hard my feet keep lifting off the ground, so that most of my weight is held up by his erection.

I’m incapable of speaking, because it’s all I can do to breathe.

His pace increases. Without warning, his fingers release my hair, and I catch myself on the desk with my hands when I fall forward. I bump into his tech equipment, probably breaking something, and he seems beyond noticing.

“Sadie,” he says with a growl, covering my bare back with kisses that morph into bites.

His hand reaches around my hip to touch my aching clit while he fucks me. The pleasure is so intense it’s all I can feel. He twists and torments the swollen bud as my juices slick his desk.

My body trembles with the orgasm, my inner walls clenching around his cock as he thrusts. He buries his face into my back, sinking his teeth into my skin while he floods my core with his hot cum.

How does sex with him just keep getting better? It’s like our bodies are meant to find pleasure in each other’s, heightened by growing emotions. I seem to want him more every day, whenever I see him and whenever I don’t.

With messy hair and tears in my eyes, I lift my head to breathe properly.

The rivers of ecstasy still trickle through my body as I try to focus on the lit screens in front of me. We must’ve woken them with our movement, because they’re no longer blank.

And what I see horrifies me.

CHAPTER 34

Sadie