20. Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Nineteen

Amelia

I knew it, knew he was going to make me say it out loud again.

Why is it so hard?

My parents had always been strict about the way Asp, and, more specifically, I spoke.

A lady doesn't use these filthy words, Amelia.

I was doing a lot better already and wanted to tell him what I liked and wanted from him. At home it worked quite well, sexting got easier, too, but here?

It isn't fair to make him guess.

I moaned softly when his thumb started to rub circles on my nipple. I could never stay quiet when someone did that.

"Please. Desmond."

Don't make me say it.

He shook his head. "No, my sweet little snowflake. Tell me." He came closer, and turned me around so my back was to him. His arm slung around my chest and he slipped his hand back into my shirt to fondle my breast.

"Give me all your words, Mia. It's just the two of us here. Nobody can hear you but me." Desmond's snout dipped to my neck as he crowded his hips to my bum. "Can you feel how hard I am for you? How beautiful you are to me?"

"Yes," I whispered back. "I want you to tear my tights and my knickers."

He growled into my skin, pushing my bra and shirt down to free my breast.

"What else, snowflake? Won't you sweet little cunt get cold when I shred your knickers?"

"Not if you keep it warm for me. Holy shit!" He'd pulled on my nipple and let it snap back, making pleasure spark in my core.

Why is everything he does and says so bloody hot?

"And how do you want me to do that?"

Looking down my body I watched his fur-covered hand mould my flesh and roll my nipple between his thumb and index.

"Doesn't friction produce heat?" I gritted out.

"It does," he agreed.

"So go ahead and fuck me, Desmond. Please."

The deep sigh he heaved pressed his chest to my back. Without saying anything, his other hand rucked my skirt up and I felt him rip first my tights, then my knickers at the crotch. The sound of his belt being unbuckled and the zipper's low purr sent shivers down my spine. Then his hand left my breast to curl around my hip. Desmond took hold of my thigh, dragging it up and back to open me for him.

Oh my God.

I gripped the shelf to my right for support, balancing on the box, but I knew he would never have let me fall. The angle allowed me to get a hold on him and guide his dick inside me.

"Mia," he growled through clenched teeth. "Yes, take me into that sweet little cunt of yours. Are you sure she needs me to keep her warm though? Feels so hot and snug around me."

"No idea. I'll keep you warm instead," I slurred.

Desmond was close to whining by the time his knot arrived at my core.

"I won't knot you, sweet thing. We can do that later when we're home. But God, does it feel as good for you as it does for me?"

We both hissed when I clenched hard around him. "It does. Oh, crap," I cursed under my breath .

He waited for a moment until I had relaxed before speeding up and pounding into me, the tip of his dick hitting my g-spot on every deep thrust.

My body demanded to be heard, to shout the blinding pleasure he gave me to the heavens and I was sure I would draw blood with how hard I bit my lip, but somehow I managed to keep quiet.

"Come for me, Mia!" he ordered, delivering each word with one sharp snap of his hips against my ass.

"Oh fuck, yes," I heard myself whimper as I fell for him, felt him fill me with his warm cum and forcing it out of me as he pulled out and sank back in. His knot pressing to my core, rubbing over my clit when he rolled his hips, prolonging my climax.

Carefully, he lowered my foot back on the box and slung his arms around me.

"Oh sweet thing," he sighed, bumping his nose to my cheek to get my mouth on his. "Thank fuck there are all these kitchen rolls on the shelf over there. Wouldn't want you dripping all over the floor. Shame about your tights and knickers, though." The cheeky monkey grinned at me.

"I have a spare pair in my bag."

"You do? Did you plan this, hm?"

God, he looks so happy.

"Not exactly, no. I put them in there in case I got wet without meaning to."

"Is that a concern of yours, sweet thing?"

"A valid concern. Just the other day you fixed the MFU in the tea kitchen on the first floor, and I got all hot and bothered watching you wrestle with the toner cartridge. What is it with you and making printer parts sexy?" I pouted up at him.

He turned me around to face him.

"You did?"

"Yeah." I heaved a huge fake sigh, slipped my hands around him and into his boxers to palm his bum. "There I was taking some papers to Liz from accounting and out of the blue I see my Big Bad Wolf bent over the copier, and that gorgeous ass staring me in the face. What was I supposed to do, hm?"

"I don't know, lock us in there?" he groaned, his glutes tightening under my fingers.

"If she hadn't been expecting me that's exactly what I would've done." I motioned for him to get his ear near my mouth. "Lock us in there and get on my knees for you."

I would never get over this massive guy moaning my name.

Never in a million years.

"Oh no, I'll be the one to get on my knees for you, Mia. I'll be the one worshipping at your feet for as long as you let me."