“So good, Mac.” She drifted her eyes shut. “I’ve missed this.”
“You’ve missed me, you mean.”
“Mmmmm. Not so much.” Her eyes were still closed, but she tilted the grin a little higher.
“Sassy.” I let my voice drop even lower, and she instantly shivered.
“I’ve missed your cock. I’ll admit that much.” She twitched her rear again, inviting a repeat of my spanking. I obliged with willing enthusiasm—right on top of the red handprint already blooming on her fine, firm ass.
“God, yes. Just keep doing it, Clown. Make me come, Mac! Do it with just your spanking!”
I let out another contemplative hum before growling, “I don’t think so, Sassy.”
“Whaaa?” she challenged. “Why?”
“Yeah. I’m right. You definitely deserve that. Going out with that loser blood jockey, right under my goddamn nose.”
“Hey! That’s not—”
Her scream pierced the air as I rammed my cock into her waiting cunt. With one thrust, I filled her channel with my erection.
“Fuck!”
Her eyes shot open from the sudden intrusion, but her body welcomed the invasion. Her heat surrounded me as I moved inside her, her body playing mine like a finely tuned instrument. For all I cared, the symphony could go on all night. She could use my cock forever.
“My fucking God.” It grated out of me as brutal and bestial as I felt. “I’ve longed to be back here, Taylor.” I slid slowly in and out of her body, watching as her slick entrance closed around me, fisting every searing, swollen inch of me.
“Ssssshhhh,” she reprimanded—which was real fucking rich, given her current circumstances. “You’re talking again.”
Oh, yeah. She was pushing it, and I was ecstatic—to the point that without further thought, I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled hard. I didn’t let up until her body was flush against mine, both of us standing. The term being relative, of course. She was high up on her toes and I was squatting a bit behind her, but I was not about to lose our connection.
“That smart mouth of yours has gone too long without a lesson from me.” I ground my hips tightly against her ass, renewing my grip on her hair.
“Mac!” She gasped. “Oh God, yes!” She broke out in an aroused sheen, her sweat turning her skin into a sight resembling fresh snow at dawn. She was literally glistening for me. “Punish me! Make me learn.”
“Don’t tempt me, girl.” I leaned over and sank my teeth into her shoulder. “Not while I’m this deep inside you.” The warmth of her skin filled my mouth, and I bit in deeper. I needed to mark her today more than any other. I hungered to remind her exactly who she belonged to. Not that moron out in the parking lot. Not any other guy in the whole fucking world.
Me.
I only realized I’d said it out loud when her skin pebbled beneath my lips, responding at once to my primal, carnal claim. But the single word wasn’t enough. Would anything ever be enough with her? I wasn’t sure I wanted to even know. “You’re mine, Taylor Mathews. Understand?”
I didn’t pull away from her until a full minute—or ten, or six hundred and twelve, like I was noticing—later, but when I did, it was to see I had actually broken her skin. I was so charged with passion, I’d gotten carried away. Tiny drops of blood filled the craters where my teeth had been.
Ah, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck!
I was a goddamned bastard.
Especially because the view of that mark only made my cock surge harder.
“Damn,” I mumbled at last, causing Taylor to start.
“Wh-What? What is it?”
“You. You’re…uh…bleeding.”
“I shouldn’t be. It’s not the time for that.”
“I mean…where I bit you.”
“Oh?” A new energy stained her tone, though it was far from the horror I expected. It actually sounded like a mix of wonderment…and pleasure.
Which, fuck me sideways, did nothing to help my dilemma. The dirty truth she was forcing me to confess to her now. “You can hate me for saying it, Sassy…but that’s making me harder than before.”
“Hmmm.” She reached back with her opposite hand and swiped across the bite, leaving a red smear across her shoulder and a matching stripe across her fingers. “I know.”
“Fuck.” I shuttled deeper into her pussy, grinding my hips against her ass when I bottomed out. Then groaning from the depths of my being as Taylor glanced over her shoulder at me—and licked the coppery smudge from her hand.
“Fuck me harder, Mac,” she whispered, staring into my soul. “Make me come.”
“Goddamnit, girl. We were made for each other. I will spend the rest of my days winning you back completely.”
With that, I threw my entire weight into slamming my hips against her ass. The force was so ruthless, she willingly sprawled across the desk to absorb the impact. Again and again I pounded her, each time feeling deeper than before. If I could crawl inside her, I would. I could not get enough of this little beast. I would never have my fill of Taylor Mathews. I needed to make her mine permanently.
Her moan ripped me from my own head, bringing me back to the thrashing woman I was inside of. She was clamping down on my cock with the walls of her pussy, milking my dick with her orgasm.
“You feel so good, love.” I felt her tensing a little, as she always did when I used that endearment, but she caught the reaction in its infancy and relaxed at once for me. Damn good thing, too. At this point, I was sure a seven-plus on the Richter scale wasn’t going to stop me from fucking her until we both went cataclysmic. “I need to fill you. Are you still on the pill?” We’d gotten over the condom tedium when we started seeing each other regularly, but since we hadn’t been together in close to two months, I needed to be sure things were still safe.
“Yes,” she answered at once. “Yes. Just do it. Let me feel you, Mac.”
I pumped a few more times and let my release shower the inside of her channel. White light took over my vision for a few seconds, making me still behind her with enjoyment of the natural high. The mind-blowing drug of her.
My God.
This woman.
She would either be the death of me or the only thing that made my life worth living. This would go one way or the other now.
I leaned over her, arms braced on either side of her narrow frame on the flat of the desk. I was damn sure I’d never be able to fully focus in this room again. The walls would whisper with her moans; the air vents would tease with her scent. It was official. She’d successfully invaded every crevice of my being, and I was grinning like a new lottery winner because of it.
I slid from her pussy and then quickly pulled on my boxers. I needed to give her bite mark some attention, so I crossed into my bathroom to retrieve the small first-aid kit I kept there.
“Isn’t that a bit much, Doc? I mean, you’re good and all, but I don’t actually require first aid.” She slipped me a lazy grin. “Christ. Your ego really knows no bounds.”
She was still strewn across my desk, and I wasn’t arguing her choice one damn bit. As a matter of fact, I wondered if she’d agree to laze there like that every day—though a stiff breeze might blow her to the floor faster than my files and papers.