Draco (Coded for Love 2)

“Yes, yes!” She pushed back, grateful for the promise she heard in his voice, groaning aloud as she felt him stretching her open. She was so slippery he slid in easily, and thrust right against her center in one stroke.

She had to stifle a moan. With her chest flat to the table, her breasts throbbed, nipples needling with sensation. She arched her back and he thrust deeper still.

A ragged moan escaped her lips. Cursing herself silently she tried to stay quiet, fearing it would alert someone to their presence.

“Oh yes,” he said, pumping into her. He put his hand against the base of her spine, which made her work against him, her bottom lifting, her sex swallowing his long hard cock gratefully.

“We had to do this,” he said in a low, husky voice as he worked into her ever faster. “All I could think about was being inside you.”

Lara welcomed the physical jolt of her body on each thrust. It was rough sex, desperate and needy and it was wildly hot.

His hands gripped her buttocks.

Her feet lifted from the floor.

He slapped her right buttock.

“Draco!” The sting rang right through her, making her hotter still. Her climax was close. Dizzy with pleasure, her skin burned and she had to she gasp for breath. Her center spasmed.

He swore, and then whispered her name in a rung out groan.

Manipulating her buttocks in his hands he pressed closer still. It made her crazy. She bucked and writhed against the table, working her hips back, wanting it to last while willing it to end, taking him deep over and over.

Finally, her orgasm broke, washing through her, melting her body until it was supine over the table. Draco stilled at her back and she heard his stifled groan as he came.

Time passed. She had no idea how long. It was marked only by the sound of their ragged breathing and the static noise from the flickering blue light overhead.

“I can’t move, I’m too weak,” she murmured.

He withdrew and carefully sorted then both out. He pulled up her undies and straightened her skirt then eased her from the table, setting her on her heels, when she trend to face him, he kissed her.

“You make me crazy,” he said, and he sounded apologetic.

With a soft laugh, she blinked up at him sated, pleasured and glad they’d done it—despite the danger. “You make me crazy too, so it’s only fair.”

“I’m sorry about this morning.”

“So am I.”

They stared into each other’s eyes endlessly, understanding settling on them both.

“What is it you really want here?” He nodded at the wall and door, indicating he meant the company.

With a deep sigh, she faced up to it. “I suppose I want dad to care. If he doesn’t, fuck him, fuck the lot of them. You were right, I was ready for it to go either way, but I can’t seem to move now. I’m frightened because I guess I do love him, and I don’t want to take the clip out of the hand grenade after all.”

She stared up at him, feeling a sense of despair building. “Oh god, what a mess.”

“Hey.” He took her hands his. “It might not be that bad. I mean, I doubt your stepmother makes burgers as good as yours, but we’ll get through the meal.”

Lara laughed, but at the same time tears wet her lashes. “Thank you for being so nice.” They stared into each others eyes, silent emotions passing between them. “Most guys would have been up and out of here by now. I’ve made such a mess of this.”

“I didn’t mean what I said earlier, and I won’t walk out.”

“That wasn’t in the contract...”

“It’s not about the money, I care about you.”

She nodded, squeezing his hands to let him know it was mutual.