Chapter 15

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This woman and her rows of tiny buttons would be the death of him. Normally he was quite patient, but with Agatha, he found himself wanting to get her naked and keep her that way so he could rut her anytime then need took hold. Which he knew would be often. What was it about this woman that had him so twisted into knots?

Perhaps it was her innocence with all things carnal. She was a proverbial blank slate. He’d avoided virginal women his entire life, assuming they’d be tedious in bed, simpering and tearful. But Agatha was wide-eyed and passionate and held an adventurous spirit that matched his own.

He was half tempted to make her his own mistress. Be damned about this plan of hers. He had plenty of money to keep her clothed in pretty gowns. Then he could slake his need for her.

His slid her current gown off her shoulders, then methodically unlaced her corset, removed her chemise and drawers. He left her garters and stockings because the sight of her wearing only that stole his breath. Her wide hips accented the dip of her waist. And the rounded plumpness of her arse made him want to fall to knees and bite into that perfect flesh.

Instead he ran a single finger down from the back of her neck all the way to the top of her crease.

“Where to take you. Christ, Buttons, you look perfect standing there like that.”

She glanced over her shoulder at him, all dark hair and pale skin with those vibrant green eyes staring back at him. He needed inside her now. His patience was gone.

He tore off his jacket and tossed it onto one of the chairs, then unbuttoned his shirt. He removed that as well, but only bothered unfastening his trousers before he led her to the desk and bent her over, pressing her breasts and face to the polished mahogany surface.

His cock was already weeping for her and he slid his hand up his length.

“Spread your legs, Agatha.” He ran his cock through her slick folds, wetting himself on her arousal. She arched her back and pushed back towards him. He continued to move himself through her folds, not breaching her entrance just yet. The sight of her puckered hole made his teeth clench. He rubbed a thumb over that part of her and she stilled.

“Men will want to take you here. They’ll try because it’s so tight and there’s no worry about pregnancy” He’d seen too many of the women that were in his mom’s employ get injuries because the man didn’t take the time to properly ready her. He chose to not identify the motives of why he’d warned Agatha from such a thing. “Don’t let them. Do you hear me?”

She nodded, but said nothing.

He watched his cock disappear, inch-by-inch inside her, until he was finally seated. Her hot, wet channel gripped him so tightly. Her palms spread wider on the surface of his desk, her fingers flexing and he began to thrust inside her. His hands squeezed her hips as he pumped into her. Her fleshy backside jiggled with every moment.

It was the perfect view.

“Damnation, you feel so good. Can you feel how deep I am inside you with this position?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

“Feel good?” he asked.

“So good.”

Thank Christ because he wasn’t certain what he would have done had she said no. He moved one hand off her hips and rubbed it down the middle of her back. Still he thrust in and out of her. The room filled with the sound of their flesh slapping together and their moans.

“Sebastian, oh, oh. Don’t stop, please don’t stop.” She rocked her body back into his with every push. The inner walls of her pussy tightened, and then she cried out. Her cunny squeezed his cock so tight as she climaxed around him and he had to concentrate to not come with her.

When she finally went boneless beneath him, he pulled out and picked her up and flipped her over so that her back was on his desk. He bent one of her legs and placed her foot firmly on the desktop, then he grabbed her other leg and straightened it up against his chest. He nipped at the tender skin her ankle. Then he thrust inside her again from this position.

God, he’d never get tired of the way it felt to be inside her. That should alarm him, but he was too aroused, too much in the moment to worry about anything but finding his own release.

He put one hand at the top of her mound and slid his thumb next to her hidden nub so that with every thrust, he’d tease that bundle of nerves.

Her eyes widened as he fucked her and he found he very much liked watching her face and her breasts bounce as he thrust in and out of her. Her hands slipped up to grab her own breasts and tweak her nipples.

“You like that, don’t you?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“I like it too. You look so beautiful playing with your nipples like that. So damned beautiful.” He was getting too close and he needed her to climax again so he took another finger and rolled it over her clitoris. Her mouth opened and she exploded around him, her body shaking as waves of pleasure shot through her.

He wanted, more than anything, to stay right where he was and empty his seed inside. But he never did that. He would not make bastards like his father had. So he forced himself to pull out of her. Then he gripped himself and moved his hand over his cock until he poured his seed all over her stomach.