“Grady, yes!”
The sound of my name on her lips, uttered in ecstasy instead of distaste, had my cock so hard I was sure the zipper would leave an imprint on it. My hips thrust up and she let out a guttural growl that I swallowed whole. “Margot.”
She didn’t answer, because her hands were busy with the button and zipper on my jeans and her mouth kissed and licked a swath of heat across my jaw. When she reached inside my jeans I was sure I would lose my mind and my load in one fell swoop. She shimmied off my lap and down to her knees, and the sight of her on her knees with my cock in her hands and a heated look on her face was the most beautiful fucking sight I had ever seen.
“Margot,” I growled. “Not now.”
She frowned and looked up at me. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, except I’m hanging on by a thread here babe, and if you put those pretty lips on my cock this will be over before it gets started. Come here, just wrap me in your wet heat.”
Her cheeks flamed, but she let me help her to her feet and out of her slacks and the panties that matched her bra. “If you insist,” she said primly and my cock responded with a quick jerk.
“I do,” I bit out and gripped her hips as she settled on top of me while I stroked my cock, unable to think of anything but being buried inside this woman. “Ah fuck, Margot.”
She flashed a satisfied smile as she sank down onto me with a feral sound that was so out of the ordinary for her that my cock grew even harder. “You’re so hard,” she moaned. “And thick.”
I held her hips but I let Margot set the pace, and she started slow. Achingly slow and I gritted my teeth to keep from thrusting up, from burying myself as deep as I could get. Her moves were slow and deliberate, up and down for long seconds at a time.
And then her legs shook and started to buckle.
My grip tightened on her hips and I moved her up and down on my cock while her fingers dug into my shoulders. “Grady,” she moaned as her movements became frantic, and I fought to keep a hold of her as she chased her pleasure. “Yes,” she whispered in my ear.
Control snapped and I was on my feet as my gaze swept the room in search of the perfect spot. I found a bare spot of wall and pressed her against it as I continued to thrust deeper and harder into her tight, wet core.
Margot’s cries grew louder and more demanding, and I was determined to give her exactly what she wanted. “Oh shit,” she growled and that’s when the last of my control snapped.
Knowing I was the one who made Miss Prim & Proper slip up and utter an expletive gave me a boost I didn’t need. I kissed her neck and collarbone while my hips pounded up into her and she began to clutch and pulse around me. She was close, and so was I, our pleasure was imminent. “Margot,” I growled.
Her response was to dig her heels into my ass and I pressed my chest to hers, thrusting harder and deeper until we both fell over the edge. Together. Her body went slack immediately even as she continued to pulse around me, prolonging my pleasure until my own legs started to wobble. She pulled back with a surprised smile.
“You all right?”
“No,” I grunted. “I’m pretty sure you’ve milked me dry, nymph.”
“Me?” Margot shook her head with a sweet, shy smile. “You must have me confused with someone else.”
“I don’t see any other hot as fuck businesswomen squeezing my cock dry. Do you?” She clenched around me harder and I growled. “Upstairs,” I said even though my feet were already on the move and seconds later we collapsed into bed. My bed.
“You don’t have to call me hot.”
I frowned at her, still panting from her orgasm. “Why wouldn’t I? It’s your mouth I have a problem with, not the way you look.” I fell back against the bed. “Oh fuck, don’t tell me you also don’t know you’re hot as shit?”
Her face turned impossibly pinker. “I’m not.”
“You are, Margot. Great tits, long legs, lush lips, violet eyes and those prim dresses that make me wonder what’s underneath? Yeah, you’re fucking hot.”
“Grady,” she sighed.
“What? You want me to tell you that I’ve fantasized about you sucking me off, because then I get to fuck you without hearing your stuck up comments?”
She gasped. “Must you be so crude?”
“In this moment, hell yeah I do.” This woman was crazy. “You know you’re the shit when it comes to business or social status, but you look at yourself every day and you’re not sure that you’re beautiful? Makes no fucking sense to me.”