Page 23 of Love Me Back (Diamond Creek #2)

Grayson

I wheeled as close to my desk as I could and buried my face between Jessie’s legs. My tongue lapped at her center as she squirmed. One day, when I could stand again, I planned to bend her over this desk and fuck her from behind.

Using my thumbs, I pulled her lips apart and flicked at her clit. Her hands dug into my hair, pulling me closer. The heels of her feet dug into my shoulders and her hips lifted off the desk as she tried to get closer to my mouth.

“Fuck, Grayson!”

Hearing her call out my name would have me coming in my pants if I wasn’t careful. There was something about this woman that just made me lose control of everything.

I lightly bit her clit and then blew cool air to soothe her when she hissed. I grabbed the back of her thighs and pushed her knees to her chest, giving me ample room to devour her glistening pussy.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she chanted, causing me to chuckle against her. Her body trembled, her legs shook in my hands, and I knew she was close. I doubled down with my tongue piercing her entrance while I licked her cream like a goddamn savage.

That’s what I was with her. She made me feral, possessive. I wanted to be the only source of her pleasure, her joy, her happiness. I wanted to be her everything. Her friend, her lover, her husband. The father of her children.

Her climax hit fast and hard as her body tensed in my hands. Her silent scream wasn’t enough. I wanted the whole goddamn ranch to hear her come. She slumped on my desk, but I wasn’t done with her yet .

I peered at her, watching her face as I slid one long finger inside her. Her walls clamped down on me, and I smiled. I pumped my finger slowly in and out as her head rolled from side to side.

I added a second finger, and her mouth opened. God, I wanted to shove my dick inside that mouth. I wanted to feel her lips wrapped around my cock.

With my free hand, the one not currently fucking her, I grabbed my dick and squeezed. I was so fucking hard I didn’t know how much longer I would last. I leaned forward, flicking her nub as my fingers probed her.

“Fuck, Grayson,” she panted. Her breaths were coming sharp and fast. Her hand slammed down on the desk as she wriggled beneath me.

Releasing my dick, I brought my hand up under her shirt to play with her nipples. She begged me to stop, but I was unrelenting in my torment. I knew she wanted more by the way she pulled at my hair instead of pushing me away.

I curled my fingers, rubbing against the upper wall as I sucked on her clit, and she roared out as her walls grasped my fingers, keeping them inside her as she came a second time.

She was so fucking beautiful when she let go. Seeing her eyes roll back in her head as pleasure and ecstasy took over her body, was a sight I never wanted to miss.

Her legs gave out, and she lay limp before me. Slowly, I pulled my fingers from inside her, and when she looked up at me, I made a show of putting them in my mouth and licking them clean. I wanted her to know I would never get enough of her.

“Sit up, Jessie.”

“I can’t.” She shook her head as I grabbed her hand and lifted her so she was sitting on the desk. I wrapped my hand around the back of her neck and pulled her to my lips. Her eyes fluttered closed when she tasted herself on my lips and tongue.

“See how good you taste? My favorite fucking meal. I could eat you all day every day.” My mouth gripped hers as our tongues battled for the flavor that settled there. She was voracious in her pursuit. Her hands grasped the side of my head, and she slid off the desk into my lap.

“I want to taste you too.”

“Later,” I said as I tried to pull my dick out. She wouldn’t be denied and slid to her knees on the floor. She pushed my chair back until it hit the wall. The snap on my jeans quickly unbuckled, and when she grabbed my waistband, she looked at me expectantly.

“It’s my turn.” Her voice was a sultry purr I couldn’t resist as I placed my hands on the arm of the chair and lifted myself. She tugged on my pants until they were over my ass and pooled at my ankles.

Jessie wrapped her hand around my hard-as-fuck cock and squeezed. My white knuckles gripped the arm of the chair, desperate not to grab her head and push her down on my cock.

I didn’t want to rush her, but the way she stared at me as she stroked my shaft was pushing me dangerously close to the edge.

“Jessie,” I growled through tightly clenched teeth. “It’s going in your mouth or your pussy. Fucking choose.”

She smiled, a grin so devious, so salacious that I wanted to make her choke on it. I knew what she was doing. She was fucking teasing me. She thought I wouldn’t choose for her, but she didn’t know me as well as she thought.

I buried my hand in her hair and pushed her head down into my lap. Her mouth opened unfailingly as she sucked me into her throat.

“Fucking hell, woman.” My head fell back, and my eyes closed. “Your mouth is fucking heaven, Jessie.” She hummed her pleasure at my praise, and I felt the vibrations tear through me.

I watched her head bounce on my cock, and the more she licked and sucked, the harder I got. I was getting close to the point of no return, and I wanted to be buried in her cunt when I came.

“Jessie,” I warned. She ignored my protests, and I felt her smile around me. She was a brat, trying to give me back what I gave her when I kept at her until she came a second time .

I grabbed the hair at the back of her skull and yanked her head off me. “I’m not coming in your mouth. Not this time.” I had to cover my dick when she pouted. “Stand up, baby.”

She scowled at me as she got to her feet. “I wasn’t done.”

“I know, and that was the problem. I almost was.”

My hand tugged at her hips as I turned her to face the room. Her back was to me as I ran my hands over her plump, luscious ass.

“I love this ass. And one day”—I pulled her back, so she was sitting on my lap, and I could whisper in her ear—“I’m gonna sink my dick into it.”

Her body shivered as my words rolled over her.

“You want that?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

I reached around and unbuttoned her shirt. I wanted to see and feel all of her. Once her shirt was removed, I unclasped her bra and tossed it aside. My hands covered her ample tits, and she whimpered and rubbed her naked pussy against my dick.

“Grayson, what are you waiting for?” she whined.

I pinched her nipples, and her head fell back on my shoulder. She turned her face to me, and I caught her lips with mine. The kiss was sloppy and fevered. A desperate attempt to connect our souls.

“Grayson, please.”

“I love it when you beg.” I bit her neck before I lifted her hips. “Put me inside you, Jessie.”

She grabbed me and lined my shaft up with her moist, hot center. I pushed her down hard, and she took me in one stroke.

“FUCK!” she screamed.

I bent her over so her chest hit the top of her thighs and trailed my fingertips over her spine.

“You’re so tight this way.” I hadn’t even moved her yet, and I was ready to blow. “Put your hands on the desk, Jessie.”

She gripped the edge and held on. I grabbed her hips and lifted her before pulling her back down, impaling her on my cock. It felt so fucking good to be in charge of everything—the speed, the tempo, the way I fucking slammed into her.

“Grayson, I can’t. Not again.”

“Oh, you can, Jessie. And you fucking will. I want everyone to hear you screaming my name. To know you belong to me.”

I lifted and pulled her, sliding her along my shaft. My hand went to her throat, and I pressed my chest against her back. “You’re such a good girl, Jessica Montoya. Taking my dick so well every fucking day.”

I held her still against me as I sucked on her neck. I wanted to mark every inch of her body, and I wanted this to last. She had me so worked up from sucking my dick that I expected to blow as soon as I sunk into her.

I pinched and pulled at her nipples with my free hand. While the other around her throat tightened, causing her to gasp.

“Grayson, please.”

“Please what, Jessie? What do you need?”

“Please move,” she begged.

“Baby, you aren’t in charge anymore. When we’re in bed and all I can do is lie there while you fuck me, you can run the show. But in my office, I’m the fucking boss,” I growled before I bit her shoulder.

“You’re a bastard.”

“My parents were married before I was born,” I argued.

“You’re an asshole, then.”

“That might be true, but you love it.”

She reached up and pulled my hair, turning my head so she could look in my eyes. “I love you.”

Our lips met in frantic need. Our tongues battled for power, and I hissed out a curse when she bit my lip.

“Brat.”

I lifted her up until my dick slipped free. “Turn around,” I snarled, and she spun around and climbed on my lap to straddle me. Her legs hung over the arms of the chair and her hands went around my neck.

“Hold on, baby.”

I grabbed her ass and squeezed as I raised and lowered her, over and over. I did all the work, and it was fucking worth it when she came for a third time and choked my cock as I exploded inside her.

Sweat dripped from my brow. Jessie’s head lay on my shoulder. We were both spent. The downside of not having sex in a bed was not being able to go right to sleep after.

She tried to move, and I held her still. “Wait. I’m not ready to let you go yet.”

She settled against me, and I held her tight.

The events of the day came rushing back, and seeing her on the back of my horse, no saddle, no stirrups, knowing the only thing she had to hold on to was Thunder’s mane, terrified me.

The idea that at any moment she could have slipped off him, possibly fallen under his thundering hooves, had my heart beating overtime as Carl and I raced behind her in the truck.

I needed to find the bastard who shot at her. When I did, wheelchair or not, I would make him pay for scaring her the way he did.

“Grayson, I need to get dressed before someone comes in here.”

“The door is locked.”

“This position isn’t exactly comfortable anymore.”

She smiled, and I kissed her gently before letting her stand. She helped me pull my pants back up, and I helped her get dressed. I watched as she walked out of my office, saying she needed to talk to her uncle and father.

Her light dimmed a little when she mentioned them, and I knew then they were the reason she’d kept me at arm’s length. Well, I knew who she was now and I didn’t give a damn.

Jessica Montoya was mine.