Page 6 of Tell Me You Need Me

“Then tell me,” she whispers, her voice a desperate plea. “Nolan, please…” I push her back until she falls onto her elbows, her posture arching her spine. Her bare breasts bounce with her heavy breathing, her stomach concaving in a sharp, desperate gasp the moment the bare tip of my dick glides over the silk-covered entrance of her pussy.

“Is this what you want, trouble?” I bend down, my mouth swooping in to lock on one hard, sweet-as-berries nipple, sucking it deep into my mouth, hallowing my cheeks, and closing my eyes as I taste the flavor of her skin.

“Oh god,” Mischa cries out, her head falling back as my tongue flicks forcefully over the peak before using my teeth, pinching the thin skin between them and tugging on it to see how much she can take. And fuck, does she take it. At the exact same time, my hand slides down the length of her body, going right to her hip, hooking my fingers in the thin band of her panties. One effortless tug, and I wrench the fabric from her legs with a loud tear, then toss them onto the desk, saving them for later.

She’s completely naked beneath me now—glistening wet and open for the taking.

I don’t think.

I don’t ask.

I don’t hesitate for one damn second.

I pull away from her nipple, groaning at the loss of not being able to pay homage to the other one. Later. That will come later tonight, when she’s back at my place, and I can spend a hell of a lot more time exploring her every curve.

“I hope like hell you’re protected,” I growl as I position the head of my cock right at her slick entrance. My hands grip her hips, fingers digging deep into her soft flesh, anchoring her to the marble, not allowing her to move. “Because if not…” I trail off. Mischa lets out a sharp gasp as I push forward, burying the wide tip just inside her tight, wet heat.

The walls of her cunt lock down on my dick. The tight fluttering motions around my head grip me so damn hard it feels like a vice and sends pleasure soaring straight up my spine. My jaw locks, teeth clenching together so hard, I swear I’ll wear down my molars. I lean over her, my head dropping onto her shoulder, and close my eyes, breathing through the overwhelming need to fuck into her like an animal in heat. She’s so tight. Fuck, she’s so impossibly tight it almost brings me to my knees. Wet and warm, not a single barrier between us, and I never want to fucking leave.

“I’m covered,” she pants into my neck, her lips rasping against my skin as her hands fly up to grip my biceps, her nails digging into my skin. “I’m on birth control, Nolan… and I haven’t been with anyone in years.” The words hit my brain like a shot of bourbon. Years. No one else has touched this. No one else has been inside this tight, perfect body.

“Good,” I growl, pulling back slightly to look into her vivid green eyes. “Because no one else is ever touching you again. You hear me? Just me.” I slip inside her a bit further, testing both of our resolves.

“I hear you,” she sobs between breaths. Her hips twitch up, begging for more of me. “Nolan, please. Please take me.” I can’t hold back anymore. My restraint snaps, and the always-controlled Nolan Cross loses every last bit of resolve. I push in, driving the entire length of my cock all the way inside her. Mischa lets out a loud cry, her thighs lock tightly around my waist, and I realize for the first time she’s still wearing her sky-high shoes. When her ankles cross behind my back, pulling me deeper, the heels dig into my skin. It only makes me that much harder. I seat myself completely against her, my pubic bone slamming against her slick clit, filling her so full there isn’t a single inch of space between us.

“Fuck,” I roar, holding still for two seconds, allowing her pussy to stretch around my massive cock. She feels like heaven, pure silk wrapped around every inch of my length.

I start to move, unable to hold still any longer. I pull back until only the head of my cock remains inside of her, and then drive back in with a heavy, punishing thrust that shakes the entire marble desk. Of course, I’m unable to keep my head buried in her neck. A damn shame, except I’m able to watch everything. Mischa’s hair is splayed on the top, her eyes are glazed over, her lips are pursed, her breasts shake with each plunge I take, her stomach quivers, and then there’s her pussy between her shapely thighs.

The small patch of curls is soaking wet, the lips of her cunt are red and flared around my dick. And her clit… Jesus, how fucking badly do I want my mouth on it, sucking the small button between my lips, seeing if I can get her off without using anything else but my tongue.

“Nolan!” Mischa screams, her hands clutching at my forearms. I’m sure she’s leaving red drag marks along my skin as I set a vicious, unyielding pace. I keep at her, my hips snapping forward in a fast, relentless rhythm that leaves no room for thought. The room fills with the dirty, chaotic sounds of our connection—the sharp slapping of skin against skin, the heavy creak of the desk, her desperate cries, and my own grunts carry throughout the space.

We’re both sweating, skin slick where we’re connected. She’s soaking me, dripping with so much wetness that my dick glides in and out of her with loud, intoxicating noises that drive me even wilder.

“Look at me, Mischa,” I demand, my hands shifting from her hips to hold her knees wide, pinning her legs open so I can sink into her even deeper. “Look at your boss when you’re on his desk.”

“Nolan,” she pants, “you’re breaking me… Fuck, it feels so good.” She opens her eyes. The gold flecks in her irises are entirely glazed over with a look of being fuck-drunk.

“You like being taken like this?” I growl, my pace increasing, driving into her with a possessive force, hitting deep inside her over and over again. “You like knowing your brother is down the hall while I’m deep inside his little sister?”

“Yes,” she cries out shamelessly. Her head thrashes against the marble. “Yes, Nolan, god, don’t stop… please don’t stop.”

“I’m not stopping, Mischa, not until I mark every inch of you,” I rasp out, leaning down to capture her mouth again, swallowing her screams as I drive into her with everything I have. Her body begins to tremble beneath me. I feel her pussy tightening, fluttering desperately around my cock, gripping me with a desperate, crushing strength. The sweet pressure tells me she’s right on the edge of the cliff.

“Nolan, I’m coming…” she wails against my lips.

“Come for me, trouble.” I lick her lips, thrusting deeper, harder, grinding my pelvis against her clit. “Take every inch of my cock and come for me.”

She shatters.

Her walls contract around me in a series of powerful spasms as her orgasm rips through her body with a violent strength. She screams my name into the quiet room, her thighs clamp around my waist, and her body wrings every drop of pleasure from my cock.

The sheer feeling of her coming around my length breaks my control. My vision flashes white hot. An animalistic roar tears from my chest as my own climax hits me. I drive myself deep inside her one last time, pinning her against the desk, and fuck my cum deep into her tight cunt. I thrust blindly through the sensation, milking every single drop into her as she takes me with her body shuddering beneath mine until we’re both left gasping for air.

I drop against her chest, cradling her in my arms, my forehead resting against hers as I stay buried inside her. The silence in my office settles over us, and it’s a damn good thing that when my group of friends built Sterling Capital, we did it with soundproof walls.

“I think I’ve died and gone to orgasm heaven.” I kiss her lips while my hands gently caress her thighs, knowing she has to be sore after that round.