Page 19 of Crucified By the Dark
“All right then. Feet on the floor and turn around.”
Sliding off the desk, she stood in front of Jeremy. For the first time, she felt small around him. Something about his presence pressed in on her, but not in a way that made her feel weak. It was more like she saw the magnitude of how much he’d changed and grown in five years.
She turned around and pushed the folders she had onto the floor before lying forward.
“Oh damn. That’s cold,” Morry said as she pressed her boobs into the metal desk.
“Don’t move. Fuck, this is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Her first instinct was to roll her eyes.
“Don’t fucking roll your eyes at me. I can feel your attitude without seeing your face. If I say this ass”—Jeremy’s hand cracked hard on her ass cheek, and the sting had her moaning loudly—“is the sexiest sight I’ve ever seen, then I mean it.”
All the crap that floated around—doubts, insecurities, and haunting memories—were suddenly silenced as she looked over her shoulder at Jeremy. There was something in his face that made her question everything she thought, her sanity for letting this go any further, and why she hadn’t done it sooner.
She wanted Jeremy to make her scream in pleasure and pain, and she had a feeling he would live up to his claim.
Jeremy’s mind was still reeling. He couldn’t believe this was even happening. He played it out so many times in his head that there was no way he was askingwhyright now. He stepped back and took a moment to appreciate the sight. She looked so fucking hot laid out like that on the desk. Morry’s incredible legs were spread wide, giving him an unobstructed view of her perfectly round ass and pussy glistening wet and calling to him.
Jeremy licked his lips, savoring her taste as he stroked his cock and spread the clear precome around the head. He knew he was blessed with a cock that made most women tell him to be gentle once they saw it. Or they couldn’t take him at all. It was a bit of a curse, never being able to let loose.
She gripped the sides of the table and looked over her shoulder at him with eyes that made him want to get down on his knees and crawl to her.
“You change your mind,” she asked, wiggling her ass like a red flag to a bull.
He groaned, watching it sway from side to side, and already felt the churning in his gut to find his release deep inside her. He had no intentions of pulling out. He was claiming her tonight. What she did to him—the side of him she brought out—was so far beyond attraction that he worried for his sanity. Everything about this woman had been tailormade for him.
“I was waiting to see if you changed your mind. I’ll ask you one last time. How hard do you want me to be?”
Her smirk made his cock surge in his hand.
“Do your worst.”
“Fuck, you’re tough. I’m going to enjoy making you scream my name.”
Jeremy stepped in close, rubbing himself along her ass, loving the visual of his cock separating Morry’s cheeks and the rough feel of the thong against his sensitive skin. He pressed her rosebud with his cock and was tempted to try, but his patience for being nice and working slowly into her tight ass wasn’t there tonight. It would happen, though, one of these days, real soon.
Leaning over her, he ran his hand through her short hair, then gripped it in his fist to pull her body up off the table.
“Are we talking ‘spank me gently’ or ‘you’re not sure you’re going to live’?”
Even though he already knew the answer, he wanted to hear the wordsfuck me hardfrom her mouth. His hand tightened in her hair as he ran his tongue up the side of her neck. She moaned, her body shuddering against his. That sound was sweeter than candy and gave him a better high than any drug he ever taken.
“Fuck me until I’m not sure I’ll live,” Morry said, her voice wispy and dripping with desire.
He groaned and had to take a deep breath to collect himself. He was close to rutting her like a fucking animal.
“I’m going to fuck you until we pass out, and then I’m doing it again. Outside, you can order me around all you want, and I’ll get down and bow at your feet. But in here, I’m in charge, and I say when we’re done. Are we clear?”
He nipped her ear and sucked the soft lobe into his mouth to play with the little diamond stud she always wore.
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?” he growled against her neck.
“Yes, Sir,” she said, and there wasn’t an ounce of sarcasm in her tone.
Fuck, that sounded good, and if he weren’t already rock hard, those two words certainly would’ve had him at attention.
