Your Fierce Love (The Bennett Family 7)

jeans, I undo the button and lower the zipper, relieving some of the pressure. I want to take care of him. When I slip my hand in his boxers, he lets out a deep groan.

“Fuck, if I’m not going to be inside you in five seconds I will explode. See? I’m at your mercy too.” He moves us from the door to the desk, then opens a drawer, retrieving a small pack of condoms.

“Brought these here after our first night. Knew we’d make it back here eventually.”

“Let me put it on.”

With shaky hands, I undo the foil, then roll it on, feeling him pulse under my touch. I want this to be good for him.

I want to make this so good that he won’t want to let me go.

It’s crazy, I know, but I’ve never wanted anything more than I want Blake. Pushing the fabric of my thong to one side, he hoists me up on the edge of the desk, then slides inside me in one fierce move.

“Fuck, I love how tight you are after you come.”

Feeling him stretching me out all at once nearly whips my breath away. Drawing circles around my nipples over my bra, he pushes in and out with deep, measured strokes, sending pleasure rippling along my nerve endings. Light-headed, I cling to him at first, then perch my hands on the edge of the desk, grounding myself so I can meet his thrusts with my own. Nothing is fast enough. Nothing is deep enough. My craving for this man is insatiable.

A faint crack has us both stopping, listening intently.

“What was that?” I ask. Blake pushes the desk a tad, and another crack follows.

He grins. “The table’s gonna give out.”

Well, first time I’m having furniture-breaking sex, that’s for sure.

“Let’s not make this poor desk crumble,” he says, helping me off it, leading me to the chair of all places. How on earth will we—

“Perch one foot on the seat. Keep your hands on the backrest.”

Ah, but of course. My imagination can’t keep up with his expertise.

“Lose the panties first.”

“But I want to keep them on like you said,” I challenge, throwing him a seductive look over my shoulder.

In response, he gives me a light smack on each ass cheek. My muscles contract instantly as I exhale sharply.

“Do you like that?”

“Yes. I like everything you do to me, Blake. Everything.”

With a knowing smile, he pushes my panties down, lowering himself on his haunches. I turn my head, fixing my gaze on my hands, bracing myself. I have a feeling I’m going to need it.

He cuffs my ankles with his hands briefly before rasping out, “Step out of your panties.”

I do as he says, shuddering in anticipation.

“Do you want me to take off the bra and shoes too?” I ask shyly.

“No. Keep those.”

When he rises to his feet, he licks me right where the thong was seconds before between my cheeks. I grip the chair so tight that my knuckles pale.

“How close are you to climaxing?”

My entire body is tight, buzzing like a livewire.

“Very.”