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Tears formed in the corners of my eyes, but I took every thrust of his hips like it was all that kept me alive.

He groaned my name, and my hands gripped Emerson’s hips.

Small crescent marks welled with blood as my nails dug into his skin, but I didn’t tap out.

I wanted to feel every inch of him until I couldn’t take any more.

As black spots dotted my vision, Emerson pulled out enough for me to suck in a breath, then held my hair tight to prevent me from going back down.

“No. Please,” I croaked through my abused throat. “I want you to come in my mouth.”

Kneeling, he licked away a tear rolling down my cheek and planted a gentle kiss on my temple. “I will, love. But I need you on my desk now, okay?”

I nodded, moving with Emerson as he positioned me on the desk, lying on my back with my head dropping off the side.

My mind was a blur, but it felt so different from my heat.

Before, my inner omega was the one calling the shots.

I’d focused purely on what would make the burning pain in my core stop, and Emerson had been the answer to that.

This time, I was in the driver’s seat. And my desires were all my own.

Leaning over me from the side, Emerson unbuttoned my shirt, his eyes fixed on my chest as he slowly unveiled it.

Once fully opened, he stroked a large hand over my abdomen.

The heat of his palm soaked into my skin, teasing me as I watched him circle around the desk to stand by my head.

He tapped his cock against my lips once, twice, and I opened wide for him.

Sucking him from this new angle allowed me to take more of him into my throat so much easier.

He pushed in slowly, letting me feel every inch of him as I held onto his hips and ran my tongue over his shaft.

I moaned around him as his hands explored my chest, tweaking my piercings like they were his new favourite toys.

“You feel so good, Trystan. Your throat is so perfect.”

I wiggled my hips in a pathetic attempt to get some friction in my trousers. How the hell did people wear these every day? Emerson’s hands slowly meandered down to my waistband, teasing me with his fingers dipping beneath my belt before stroking back up to pinch my nipples.

Just as I was about to complain, I felt a tongue lick down from my navel and hands freeing my throbbing cock.

I groaned as Emerson gripped me, my throat vibrating around his cock.

His spare hand circled my neck, his thumb tracing where his cock steadily pumped in and out.

I wondered if he could feel himself in my throat.

I’d never felt so used and yet so powerful.

My hips bucked into Emerson’s hand as he spread my precum with his thumb and moved down to lightly squeeze my balls. I just needed a little bit more. I was so unbelievably close.

“Don’t you dare come yet, Trystan,” he warned, gripping me firmly at the base, then chuckled as I whined around a mouthful of cock. “That’s it, love, wait for me. You’re doing so well.”

The praise made it even harder to hold back, but I was determined. Digging my fingertips into Emerson’s hips, I put all my focus into licking and sucking his soul out through his cock. Every gasp and grunt that reached my ears spurred me on.

Finally, Emerson leaned back slightly. He took his hand from my neck and closed it over the base of his cock, where his knot would inflate, and pumped himself against my lips.

“Ready, love?” he panted, stroking me in time with him. “Come for me now.”

Emerson leaned forward, sealing his lips over my cock and sucking hard.

My orgasm crashed through me in a speeding wave of bliss.

His cum filled my mouth, dribbling from the corner of my lips as I tried to swallow it down.

As I coughed through it, Emerson helped me sit up on his desk and pulled me back to lean against him.

His arms wrapped around me tightly, and I realised how badly his legs were shaking.

Fuck yeah. I did that.

As we both slowly came back down to earth, we turned to look at each other in the embrace, our breath mingling.

Between the tears and cum splattering my face, I surely looked a mess.

But the way Emerson stared at me, with a tired half smile and flushed cheeks, was almost like he was admiring me.

Closing the gap between us, he licked a dribble of the cum on my chin and kissed it into my mouth.

Our tastes mixed together, and I couldn’t get enough of the flavour.

A beep-beep from his watch snapped us out of the moment, and I hopped off the desk, wordlessly buttoning up my shirt. What the hell was I supposed to say to him now?

Thanks for letting me suck your cock. Could you turn around and let me search the place so I can keep my kneecaps now? Cheers!

As I scrubbed a hand over my face and finished getting myself together, Emerson—equally put together—opened his office door and crooked a finger towards me.

I walked to him without thinking, only realising once I was in the hallway.

Thankfully, it was empty, except for one guy in a badly fitting suit holding a bunch of folders a little way down the hall.

His hand rested on my hip. “Go back to mine and wait for me there, okay?”

I opened my mouth to argue, but he quickly cut me off, speaking in a low tone.

“I know why you came here today, and we’re going to talk about it,” he explained. “But not here.”

“Ugh, fine.” I held out my hand, palm up.

Emerson’s eyes narrowed, and he took my hand in his. He studied it for a moment, like I was going to trick him, before gently turning it and kissing my knuckles.

My face flushed as I yanked my hand back. “What the hell are you doing? No, give me your key, ass. In case you forgot, I lost mine.”

He chuckled, pulling me close by the waist and planting a kiss against my temple. “You’re a thief. I’m sure you’ll figure something out.”