Page 18 of Crucified By the Dark
She tried to come up with words that made sense or at least were equally endearing, but there was nothing but static in her brain.
“Do you want me to fuck you hard? Use you? Or do you want me to fuck you slow and sweet? I want both. I intend on taking both, but what do you want right now?”
“Hard. Make me scream. Don’t be nice.” Morry locked eyes with him, and a sliver of the woman she used to be broke free. The person who envisioned a whole future with someone who set her soul on fire.
“You might change your mind when you see what I’m working with,” he said, a cocky grin spreading across his face as he walked her toward the desk and placed her on the hard surface.
“Are you trying to tell me you’re big without saying you’re big?”
“Something like that.”
Kneeling, he untied her shitkickers and tossed them aside, then reached for the button on her leathers. Her heart was pounding impossibly hard. She’d never felt this level of raw need for anyone before. Then again, she’d been fighting this for a while. She could berate herself later. Right now, she wanted to let herself go and enjoy the moment. There were so few real moments in life that took her breath away, and Jeremy did that for her.
She couldn’t tell him that. She couldn’t tell him that just looking at him made her heart race. She couldn’t tell him that she wished things were different or that she wasn’t a washed-up vet barely holding her shit together. He made her feel young and beautiful, and special again. He made her feel, period.
Morry leaned back on the desk and clung to the sides as he grabbed the legs of her leathers that fit like a second skin and peeled them off her body.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” he groaned, making her blush as he stared at the little triangle of black fabric that was her underwear. Stepping between her legs, Jeremy placed an arm on either side of Morry’s body as his face hovered above hers. “From now on, this sweet pussy of yours is mine. No one else can have it but me,” he commanded, his voice deep as his intense stare bore holes into her. This was a side of Jeremy she’d never seen, and a shiver raced down her spine.
She cocked an eyebrow at him, but he gripped her chin between his fingers and kissed her hard while his other hand cupped her pussy. Jeremy pushed her thong out of the way, and all thoughts of arguing faded when he ran his fingers up and down her sex. Morry whimpered into his mouth as he sank his finger into her.
“Say it, Morry,” he ordered, and it was incredibly sexy how in charge he suddenly was. “Say it. Tell me I’m the only cock that gets to fuck you. I’ll kill anyone else who tries to take you from me.” She shuddered on the desk. “I’m not joking. I would’ve killed Judd. I will slit their throats. You’re mine now. Say the words,” he growled against her lips. What he said was still processing as he pulled back and dropped down between her legs.
“Oh shit,” she swore as she pulled her feet up onto the edge of the desk and let her knees splay open. Jeremy grabbed her clit between his teeth and gave it a gentle tug. “Fuck me, that feels incredible,” Morry said, reaching between her legs and grabbing his head.
How did he know her body so well? He wasn’t holding back. His finger rubbed deep, right over her G-spot, while he sucked her clit hard into his mouth. An orgasm from deep inside stormed to the surface at a pace she couldn’t have stopped, even if she wanted to. “Yes, oh God. Yes, right there. I’m going to come.”
Jeremy stopped moving, his finger almost all the way out and his lips hovering over her needy clit.
“Oh no, no, don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” she begged, wiggling around on the desk in desperation.
“Then say it,” he said, his voice so deep and rough it didn’t sound like Jeremy. “I’m the only one who gets you from now on. You’re mine, Morry. Say the fucking words and mean them. I’ll know if you’re only fucking saying it to placate me.”
Panting, her body desperate for him to continue, she nodded. “Yes, from now on, I’m yours,” she said.
She meant it, but it wouldn’t matter. The promise would break the first time Jeremy fucked someone else. She had no interest in being his personal fuck toy while he screwed whoever he wanted. It would happen. He would want the next cute sweetbutt who walked through the door wanting in on the club lifestyle. But for now, she played along. The prospect of having him multiple nights until he screwed up held appeal. Why shouldn’t she get a little more of this?
As soon as the words left her mouth, he pressed firmly on a spot she’d never felt. She arched off the desk, her mouth open in a silent scream. He took her clit into his mouth and sucked harder than before. With each forceful draw of his mouth, he commanded the climax out of her body. Morry gasped and gripped the edge of the desk, her nails digging into the metal.
“Fuck, Jeremy, yes.” She cried out.
Morry wasn’t reaching a climax. No. She was thrust over the peak in a wild rush that left her reeling.
“God, you taste good,” he said as he pushed himself up to his feet and stared down at her.
Morry sagged in a state of ultimate bliss. Her muscles twitched as waves of pleasure continued to crash through her body. Jeremy gripped her hips in his large hands and yanked her to the edge of the desk.
“I’m going to fuck you with these on.” He said, running his fingers over the fabric of her thong. “I fucking love the look of them.”
Jeremey’s eyes followed his hands over her body as he explored. Goosebumps rose wherever his hands traced lines. That look on his face was addictive. It was way too easy to want to see that look all the time and know that she was the reason for it.
Groaning, he undid the button on his jeans and pulled down the zipper to show off that, unsurprisingly, he was commando. That didn’t shock her. Most of the men in the club rode that way. What surprised her was what lay behind the open flap of material. Jeremy wasn’t falsely boasting about his size, and as he pulled the jeans down his ass, his full length made her swallow hard.
She licked her lips as she stared at the cock standing straight up his belly, then sucked in her bottom lip as he wrapped his hand around the thick girth and slowly stroked his shaft.
“Have you changed your mind about me doing what I want?”
She had to force her gaze off his hand to look him in the eyes before shaking her head. Fucking Christmas had come early. There was no way she was saying no now.
