Page 205 of Bridesmaid Undercover
Her head falls back, and a feral moan falls past her lips.
“This pussy is mine, Everly.”
Her eyes meet mine again, and when I think she’s going to deny me that claim, she doesn’t. Instead, she releases her leg from my shoulder and then pulls away. I’m about to protest until she flips her body, so her stomach is resting on the desk and her ass is propped up, waiting for me.
“Fuck,” I grumble as I smooth my hand over the round globe.
I kick her legs apart, giving me better access, prop my cock at her entrance and then slide right back in. When I’m fully inside, to the hilt, I glide my hand up her back and right to her undone hair. I gather it together with one hand and then twirl it with my fist, making her head slightly bend back. I lean forward and with my other hand, I gently run it up her exposed neck and I press a light kiss to her cheek and whisper, “This pussy…is…mine.”
I want her to know that.
I need her to know that.
And she seems to understand, because there’s no protest as I stand back up and hold onto her hair as I stroke in and out of her, letting my body take in every tug and pull from her constricting walls.
It feels all too perfect.
Every aspect of having sex with her.
Like I finally found the missing piece to my life. She’s been sitting there all along, writing emails to me, laughing with me, showing me that it’s not Maple I want, but her. It’s been her all along.
It’s been this connection.
It’s been me and her.
And I’ll be damned if I let her slip through my fingers.
As I pick up my pace, letting her sweet moans fill my mind, fill my memory, I say, “It’s you and me, Everly.”
I pump into her.
“You and fucking me.”
My hips fly, my thighs slamming against her legs.
“I want nothing else.”
My muscles fire off, my orgasm building.
“Just you…”
I pump even harder, her body stiffening beneath me.
“And me.”
Her hands claw at the desk to anchor herself as her walls start to constrict around me.
“Fuck, Everly. Give me this…give me you.”
I release her hair, letting her head fall against her chest as I grip both her hips now, angle her up, and rapidly drive into her. Her desk shakes, the pens in her pen cup rattle, and papers on her desk fly off from the sheer momentum we’re producing.
“Fuck,” she whispers, her hands curling.
“Come for me, Everly. I know you want to.”
“God,” she mutters as her back arches. “Fuck…fuck…” She pounds the desk with her fist, almost in frustration, right before she lets out a loud cry and her body spasms beneath me, her pussy clenching around my cock in one large wave as I pulse inside her, catching her orgasm just at the right time to send me into a frenzy.
I feel my hips take over as my mind blacks out.
