Page 20 of Unbreakable Bonds (The Boston Romance #2)

He stretches his arms, grabs my wrist, and after placing me between his legs, his palms touch my outer thighs.

At an unhurried pace, he brushes them to my behind.

The feel of his warm broad hands on my ass is titillating, and when he kneads my buttocks, a plea leaves my lips. "Fuck, yes. Please, keep doing that."

"You like this?"

"Yeah, I do."

"Oh, wait until you meet my other immense wonder."

I chuckle at his cocky confidence. "Aren't you afraid that the size of your buddy might disappoint me?" I ask while pressing my thumb on his bottom lip.

"Had no complaints up to now. It's above average."

"It isn't the size that matters. But how you use your equipment."

He grins, and after removing my thumb from his lips, he stands to remove his jacket and unbutton his pants.

"Let me," I whisper. I loosen his tie, and when I focus on unbuttoning his white shirt, one of his hands slides between my thighs and brushes over my wet center. Holy fuck. With my patience out of the window, I yank at the fabric and buttons fly through the room. He glances at his ruined shirt.

"You tore my panties in half, so this makes us even."

The smug smile on his face turns hot and heavy when I pull his trousers to his knees and slip my hand into his boxers. Good Lord, he wasn't kidding about his cock . My excitement rises as I reach the base of his length. I look down at my stroking hand.

"So, does it live up to your expectations?"

"Please tell me you have a condom here."

He chuckles, leans sideways, opens a side drawer of his desk, and pulls out a silver package. "You mean this?"

He swallows when I pull his boxers down and squat in front of him. With my hand wrapped around his cock, I gaze up at him. "Before we cover this big boy up, I want to lick him. If that's okay with you?"

The knuckles of his right hand skim my cheek. "If you don't stop teasing, Alex, I will lay you on this desk and eat your pussy until you beg me to stop or until your vocal cords give out."

I stick my tongue out to lick the pre-cum off his tip. Swear words leave his mouth as my lips curl around his thick shaft. With hawk eyes, he follows how I work his steely length.

"My cock never looked better than it does right now." His provocative message only increases my lustful mood, and to let him know, I take his length deeper until his tip touches the back of my throat.

"Jesus Christ! If you want to ride me, stop what you're doing; otherwise, I'm coating this sexy mouth of yours with my cum."

I release his shaft, and his hands slide under my arms. When I'm back on my feet, he grabs my face and smashes his lips with mine in a way that makes my knees go wobbly.

I squeeze his naked length and let out a yelp when he slaps my right ass cheek.

God, I love that. There's something highly erotic about it.

"You react like no man ever did this?" When I shrug, he looks surprised.

"No man ever smacked this perfect behind of yours?" I cock a brow and shake my head.

"You've been with dipshits." I roll my eyes at his presumptuous remark, but he grabs my chin and whispers, "I mean it. I understand what you need, Alex."

A flutter awakens in my stomach. "Well, enlighten me with your wisdom, sir."

His cocky smirk returns. "You and this sensual body of yours don't want silk gloves. You need and crave pleasurable roughness. Am I right?"

If he knew he hit the nail on the head, his ego wouldn't fit in this building. I wrap my fingers around his cock, which makes Mr. Too-Sexy-For-His-Own-Good release a deep grunt.

"Okay, Walker, enough talking. Why don't you wrap this up so that I can go on my ride?"

He does as I ask by removing the foil and sliding the condom over his length. Note to self; buy XL condoms next time because the ones at my place won't fit him. He takes a seat in his office chair and strokes his cock. "Your ride is ready."

Damn, his confidence is obscenely erotic.

I stand before him, and when I reach to remove my shoes, he stops me by touching my arm. "Please, keep them on," he says with a hoarse voice.

I chuckle while climbing onto him. Extra note to self: his weakness for high heels is real.

Thank God the chair is broad enough for me to straddle him comfortably. The moment I'm sitting back on his lap, he wraps an arm around me, and a sense of safety washes over me. My lips find his, and when our tongues meet, the energy between us explodes.

I lift myself, grab his cock, and place it at my wet entrance. He hisses in my mouth, and the way his jaw muscles clench tells me he's containing himself and giving me the control, something this man doesn't do often. I gasp as his thick shaft enters and stretches me.

"Fuck, it's massive."

"Told you."

I slap his shoulder playfully. "Watch it, Walker."

"Shit, sorry, but you feel too good." He lets his lips trail towards my neck, and I curse as he slides deeper. God, no cock has ever filled me like this.

He yanks my bra to my waist and sucks one of my nipples between his teeth and pulls on it. My core muscles contract for a second. "Fuck. You're driving me to the edge of my self-control, Alex. Ride me, or I swear I'm taking over and pounding this wet pussy of yours into oblivion."

With one hand on his shoulder, I lift my ass until his tip is back at my entrance.

"Keep moving, Alex." His irises sparkle, and his face contorts in pleasure as I slide up and down his hard pole. "Yes, that's it. Keep riding me."

My nails dig deeper into his flesh as I speed up my actions. "Slap my ass."

"Ask nicely."

As I gaze into his lustful blues, I whisper, "Please, spank me."

A rush of pure adult lust shoots through me, and my juices coat his member and balls when his hands land firmly on my behind.

The sound of our skin slapping together fills the room.

His hands take a firmer hold, and his hips come up to meet me halfway.

I'm at the edge of exploding. My nails dig into the flesh of his shoulders.

"Oh, shit, don't stop doing that," I shriek.

"Ride yourself into paradise, or I will," he says, now stopping his thrusting movements.

My legs shake, and I'm sweating and panting like crazy while I bounce on his lap.

The throbbing, tingling sensations build at a staggering pace as his manhood touches so many spots inside me, but to my astonishment, I keep lingering on the edge.

What is happening? I always have control over my orgasms during sex, but now it seems I can't tumble over.

Never in my life have I experienced this.

"Cole," I whimper. "I need to come... but I can't." I bite my lip, and when he lets go of my nipple, he gazes at me with a smirk.

"If you want my help, ask me."

Stubbornness awakens, so I slide one of my hands in between my legs and touch my aching clit. "I guess I have to help myself if you won't do it."

"No, you don't." He removes my digits, lifts my ass, and pounds into me at a mind-blowing pace.

My body shivers as it instantly reaches the ready to tumble over mark.

"Yes... Alex, that's it. Come for me!"

And as if his words have a magic spell, my inner walls contract, and my orgasm hits.

I slide my fingers in my hair as waves of pure euphoria consume my body to the fullest. A moment later, Cole releases deep inside of me with a loud grunt.

Time passes in a blur as I enjoy floating in this moment of utter blissfulness.

I rest my forehead against his shoulder while slowly returning from my high.

I could stay here forever.

Instantly thrown back into the here and now by these unknown, overpowering feelings rushing through me, I lift myself and slide off the chair.

Stumbling on my Bambi legs, I reach for my dress and jacket.

I need to go. From under my eyelashes, I see him disposing of his protection, and after he pulls up his pants, he sits back.

I know he's ready to start asking questions.

His sexy lips open, but before he can speak, his phone rings.

He glances at the display, and thank God, he answers it.

"Hey, Nick." He listens, and a second later, his features become serious. "Shit! The Faster contract." He runs his hands through his hair while listening. "No, I'm fine. Just got distracted by something," he says, staring at me as I redress. "I'll be at your office in thirty minutes."

Just when he hangs up, I make my exit and mumble. "Later, Grumpy. Thanks for the distraction."

But as I rush from his office, my heart pounds with the realization that what just happened was far more than a simple distraction. And that terrifies me more than anything.