8. Marnie

I bit him harder than I intended, and yet, I was still holding back.

Glancing up at him, I’m almost bowled over by the dark desire I see there. This polite country boy has a darker side.

And I like it.

He walks forward, forcing me to take steps back towards the desk. “Naughty girl.”

Grabbing me just under my ass, he lifts me to the desk and drags my skirt up over my thighs. His fingers dimple my flesh as they crawl along my thighs, pushing my skirt higher until he’s got it up over my hips.

He stops to admire my panties. They’re nothing special. Just black cotton, but his fingers slip over my center like he’s touching the finest silk. He tugs the waistband down, lowering himself so that he can study my daisy tattoo.

He leans forward, pressing his lips to the ink. His scruffy chin scrapes along my hip and his tongue dips along the inked flower, making my pussy clench with need.

I grip the edge of the desk with one hand, the other tangles in his soft hair. He nips and licks at my belly, just along the curve of my pelvis. My hips squirm under his teasing touch. “I want you now.”

He glances up at me with dark eyes. Funny. They looked gray earlier when we were talking, but now they’re damn near black. His thumb swipes across my center and I arch my hips into his touch. “Please.”

He sucks a sharp breath in, rising quickly to his feet. His hips press against mine and I work on his zipper while he pulls a condom out of his wallet.

Parting his jeans, I pause briefly to admire the perfect vee of his abs as they disappear into his boxers. He reaches down, pulling himself out.

A tremble works its way down my spine at the sight of that long, hard cock. He slips the condom on in one practiced move, drawing closer.

Dragging my panties to the side, he lets his thumb slide down my center. I’ve been thinking about fucking this guy since he walked in, so I’m more than ready for him.

He nudges his tip between my folds, moving his hands to cup my jaw. His lips press against mine as he eases into me. He’s hard and big and stretching me in the best possible way.

Gently sliding his tongue against mine, his hips match the same languid pace, delving forward at a glacial pace. It’s sweet torture. And on another night, if I was in a different mood, it would be pretty delicious.

But he’s waking something up in me that is carnal and reckless. I hook my ankles around his hips and tug him hard, dragging his shaft deeper in one swift thrust.

“Ah. Fuck.”

He grunts, bracing himself on the desk. His other hand cups the back of my neck. “Impatient?”

I’m trapped by that dark gaze, prey to a predator. All I can do is nod.

“Careful what you wish for, sweet girl.”

His voice is a low rumble that sends a thrill through my body.

I take a shaky breath. “Harder.”

His expression is almost pained, but he leans forward, dragging my body to his and thrusts hard into me, burying his entire length. I cry out, clinging to his back. He pulls out slowly, thrusting back in with a quick, powerful sweep of his hips.

His cock presses mercilessly against my inner wall, hard and slow. We both watch his shaft slowly pull out, only to piston back in with enough force to make the desk shake. Tension builds in my body. My nipples, my skin, everything is over sensitized, nerves snapping. I’m losing it, moaning with each thrust.

“Shh. Quiet.”

He murmurs, like he’s soothing a wild animal.

And maybe that’s what I am, because I feel completely undone by him. I bite my lip, muffling the next moan.

He runs his nose along my temple, kissing my cheekbone. “Good girl.”

Pleasure radiates through my chest at those words. I’ve always been a sucker for a take-charge guy and the thought of pleasing this beautiful stranger, in all his muscular glory, lights me up with stupid, happy satisfaction. Lord knows what that says about my inner psyche, but at this moment, I could give a shit.

I just know that this man is methodically, precisely pushing me towards the highest peak I’ve ever experienced.

When he leans down, finding my nipple through the lace of my bra, I’m done for.

His teeth gently nip at the hard bud and the tension that has been building in my core reaches a crescendo, sending a white-hot glow of pleasure through every nerve. I can feel it in the tips of my toes.

Hell, I can feel it in the tips of my hair.

I cry out, forgetting all about keeping quiet, and he presses his hand over my lips. I bite down on his palm and he grunts, chuckling quietly.

He pulls me up against his chest, holding me while I catch my breath. When I stop twitching around his shaft, I realize he’s still rock hard. And even though my pussy is very content, I want more.

I peer up at him, and he gently brushes my hair out of my face.

“Don’t stop.”

I say, surprised at how soft my voice sounds. “Please?”

His eyes darken with that word and I smile inside, smug at having figured out how to push his buttons.

With a man like this, clearly favored by the universe and gifted in all the ways that count, I am not above begging.