Page 120 of Their Fairy Princess (Office Intrigue Duet 7)
“Your mouth’s perfect,” he muttered, a low rumble of pleasure in his throat. “I could sit here all night. Let you suck me. Feel those sweet fucking lips on me.”
He growled, as though he needed an outlet for the pleasure.
I hummed low in my throat, letting him know I was more than willing.
Several minutes passed before Ian widened his legs. “Lick my balls.”
My cock throbbed in response to the command. I focused on his balls, licking them thoroughly as he growled low in his throat, his hand fisting his cock leisurely, his head tipped back, eyes closed.
“Take care of me, mo grá. Sit on my cock. Let me have you.”
My breath halted in my chest, the need in his voice something I longed to hear, probably because it was so rare.
I managed to get to my feet, walked over to the dresser, retrieved the lubricant, returned. He was watching me now, as I lowered myself to my knees once more. I used the lube to coat him, stroke him. His breaths became more labored as I fisted him, preparing his cock for my ass.
“Tired of waiting.” He groaned, gripped my hand, stilled it.
I felt the hum of energy vibrating under his skin.
“Come up here,” he groaned. “Sit on my cock.”
When I stood, Ian shifted in the chair, his hips sliding lower. His hands reached for me when I turned around. He assisted me, my leg muscles straining as he guided his cock into my ass. The blunt head pushed inside, slipping past the tight ring of muscles, making me grunt, my head falling back as I lowered all the way onto him. When I was fully seated, impaled by him, his cock filling me, stretching me, I was prepared to move when Ian’s arms came around me, pulling me to him, my back against his chest.
“Don’t move.” He nipped my earlobe. “Just let me feel you for a minute.”
His hips bucked ever so lightly, gradual nudges, pushing him in deeper than I thought possible. I breathed through the ache that was building, the desire to have him fuck me. When the chair began to gently rock, I turned my head toward him, moaned softly, urging him to continue.
“You feel so good,” he whispered on a raspy breath. “Tell me you love me.”
“I love you, Ian. With all that I am.” I purposely used his name, wanting him to know I was talking to him. Not only as my Master, my savior, and the lifeline I’d come to think of him as, but as the man I’d fallen hard and fast for.
He continued to rock for long minutes, making my body hum, my cock throbbing. When he took me in hand, stroking firmly, I tipped my head back against his shoulder, letting him hear my pleasure.
A soft rumble sounded in his chest as he impaled me. I could feel his muscles coiling, knew the beast was waking. He’d held back with me before, but I knew it was in there and I knew one day it would come out. He would claim me, and though I doubted he would believe me, I was counting down until that day. When he unleashed, took from me exactly what he needed, all that I was willing to give. Only then would I know he truly understood just what I felt for him.
His hand curled under my chin, tipping my head back. His lips covered mine and he groaned, the sound almost feral.
“I’m going to take you, Dante.”
“I’m yours to take, Master.”
He said nothing, but I felt it. The tether holding him together snapped as hard hands curled around my arms, pushing me off him. One second I was on my feet, the next I was on my knees, chest flat on the recliner.
“Fuck,” he cried out as he dropped down behind me, grabbed my ass, separated my cheeks, and drove into me.
The pain was brutal but exquisite at the same time. This was what I wanted. His unrestrained lust, all that he’d held back since that first night we were together.
I wanted it.
Wanted him.
And I prayed he wanted me enough to finally take all that I needed him to have.
IAN
My control shattered.
Completely obliterated by my overwhelming need for this man.
In that moment, I was reduced to nothing more than an animal desperate to mate, a beast eager to claim what rightfully belonged to him.
Gripping Dante’s shoulders, I plowed into him, driving as deep as I could over and over, unable to stop. The beast was free, taking in an attempt to quench the thirst that would never be quenched. The hunger was intense, driving me into him deeper, harder. I pummeled him, wanting to hear him scream for me. I’d always been gentle, cognizant of all he’d been through. Deep down, I knew I wasn’t being true to myself or to him.
