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“Always.”
He pulls my panties down my legs, holds each ankle, helping me step out of them and presses his face against my core.
His tongue slides over my clit with expert precision I’ve come to love. Licking and sucking until my legs tremble and pleasure courses through me.
He continues to work his magic until I’m on the brink of orgasm. But as I’m about to climax, West stops and stands up straight. He walks to his desk and sets the glass partition to opaque so nobody will catch us.
“Crawl to me,” he says as he unzips his pants.
“Crawl?”
He grins. “On your hands and knees and crawl to me.”
I hesitate for a moment before dropping to my hands and knees, and crawl until I’m at his feet.
I’ve never crawled for a man before, but I’m starting to realize I’ll do anything for him. He gives me a sense of belonging that I’ve never experienced before.
He is everything I’ve ever wanted in a man. Powerful, dominant, possessive, and I am more than willing to submit to him completely.
“Suck me,” he groans. I glance up to see him stroking his thick cock with one hand while the other wraps my ponytail around his fist.
I obey without hesitation, taking his large dick into my palm and sliding my hand over his silky cock. His head drops back as I cover the crown with my mouth and suck.
He groans with pleasure, thrusting deeper into my mouth.
My eyes roll back in my head as I move my mouth up and down until it hits the back of my throat.
He growls, “You’re such a dirty girl, Amelia, and I love it.” His hands grip my hair, pulling me closer to him as he thrusts into my mouth. “You feel what you do to me?”
I know he’s close to coming, but just as I think he’s about to release inside my mouth, he pulls out. Pulling me off the floor, he turns me around, pressing my tits and face against his desk.
Without warning, he plunges inside me, his cock filling me completely.
The sensation is overwhelming, and I groan as he slides in and out of me.
His hands grip my hips, holding me close with each stroke. “You like that, don’t you?” He murmurs in my ear. “You like having my cock inside you.”
I nod, unable to form words as pleasure courses through me. He knows exactly how to make me feel alive, how to push all my buttons.
“Come for me, Amelia,” he demands. “I want to feel you pulsating over my cock before I fill you up.”
His cock feels so big inside me, stretching me in all the right ways. I close my eyes and focus on the sensations coursing through my body.
“If you don’t come,” he mutters as his finger slides over my clit. “I’ll deactivate the privacy glass and let everyone watch us.”
I know he’s a voyeur at heart, yet would he enjoy having an audience for our sex acts?
But strangely, I moan.
His thrusts get more urgent, more desperate as he nears his own climax. And I’m there with him. Climbing to the peak with each thrust from behind me.
“Now.”
The finger on my clit presses and circles.
“West—” My stomach tightens as I mutter his name over and over.
“You’re mine. Now come now.”