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"You are so responsive," I whispered, trailing kisses along her neck as my fingers dipped lower. "Do you like that?"
"Yes," she breathed, her voice shaky and filled with need. "Please...don't stop."
I had no intention of stopping. Instead, I increased the pressure of my touch, circling my fingers around her clit before plunging them deep inside of her. She cried out in ecstasy, gripping the edge of the desk tighter as she rode out the waves of pleasure.
"God, you have such a pretty pussy," I said. "How could I stop?"
The moan that tumbled from her lips was pure music. I slid my fingers in and out, savoring the way she clenched around them as if begging for more. I teased her, drawing out a rhythm that had her bucking her hips against my hand.
“There’s that dirty girl,” I murmured against her neck, positioning myself between her thighs. She responded with a whimpered moan, her body quivering in anticipation. "Such a perfect little whore. All you think about is your next orgasm, isn't it?"
Her hands were clutching at the desk, her knuckles white as she bit down onto her lower lip to muffle her gasps. She was so beautiful in surrender: head thrown back, lips parted, eyes closed tight against the pleasure that was threatening to consume her entirely.
"Look at you," I whispered, pressing another slow kiss along the column of her throat. "So desperate for me...for my touch."
"Yes," she gasped, her voice thick with desire. "Zane...I need-"
"Tell me what you need, Justice," I urged, my voice gentle yet firm. "Say it. Out loud."
Her cheeks flushed deeper and her lashes fluttered closed. She swallowed hard and finally parted her lips to speak, words slurred and heavy with lust. "I-I need you inside me, Zane."
My heart pounded in my chest at her confession, a visceral thrill rushing through my veins. "That's my good girl," I praised, a half-smile curling the corner of my mouth as I withdrew my fingers from her, edging her jeans down further along with her panties.
"You're doing so well for me," I murmured huskily, appreciating the view of her laid out before me.
Her body was a study in perfection, the curves of her hips invitingly soft, the wetness between her thighs shimmering in the low light. I let my gaze sweep over her as I positioned myself at her entrance, the head of my cock brushing against her sensitive folds, her panties still pushed to the side.
"Look at me," I ordered, needing to see her eyes as I claimed her.
Her eyes fluttered open, glassy and filled with need. I gave her a moment to adjust to my size before I moved again, setting a slow and deliberate pace.
"Feel how well you take me...how perfectly you fit around me," I purred, my fingers tracing over her clenching walls. Each stroke was heaven, sending spirals of pleasure coursing through me.
Her moans echoed in the silence of the room as she succumbed to the pleasure. It was a sight to behold – Justice Rosales, soon-to-be wife of the boss of the Miami Knives, on the precipice of shattering apart beneath my touch.
"Such a good girl," I praised, my voice a raw whisper in her ear as she trembled under me. "Always so ready for it."
I stilled my pace for a moment, allowing her to adjust to all that was happening.
“You okay?” I murmured, brushing her disheveled hair out of her face.
She nodded, gasping.
"You're such a perfect little whore for me," I praised, pulling back to look at her flushed face. "Taking me so well..." I traced the outline of her lips with my thumb, watching as she parted them, letting out a low moan when I pinched one of her hard nipples through the fabric of her shirt.
Justice's eyes fluttered closed, surrendering herself fully to the pleasure. Her head lolled onto my shoulder as another wave of pleasure washed over her, raking a gasp from her throat.
"Oh, love," I murmured against her ear, "you're so close." Her body, tightly coiled and shaking with want, was a clear testament to that.
"I... I can't..." Her voice came out in shaky gasps, her hands gripping my shirt as if it were the only thing keeping her grounded. She was on the edge, her sweet release just a moment away.
"Give in," I coaxed, my voice a low purr. "I want to see you unravel."
She whimpered in response, a broken sound that made my heart pound fiercely in my chest. I felt a sudden sense of power at bringing such a strong woman to the brink of ecstasy with just my touch. It was intoxicating.
"Gorgeous slut," I said, raking my teeth against her collarbone.
Her entire body shuddered beneath me as she let out a gasp, her walls clenching around me. "Zane..." She moaned my name, the sound echoing through the room.