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let me fuck you. I don’t care how tired you are. I need to feel that sweet ass gripping my cock
again, or I’m going to lose my fucking mind.”
“I’ve only been begging you to for hours,” I complained. “It’s not my fault you decided
to jerk me off earlier. I was all set to ride you, but you had to go and be noble and let me come
then pass out.”
“I’m an idiot,” he nodded as if I’d said it and he were just agreeing. “I’ll have to work on
that.”
“Elijah?”
“Hmm?”
“Shut up and fuck me.”
His mouth crashed back down on mine, his tongue licking against mine as our teeth
gnashed together. His hands roamed over my body, and I thought I could live like this forever.
Elijah touching and kissing me, his skin against mine. There are certainly worse ways I could
imagine spending eternity.
“Heaven can’t be better than this,” I whispered as his mouth trailed hot kisses down my
throat.
“I think this is Heaven,” he said before taking one of my nipples between his teeth and
nipping it gently. He released me quickly, continuing his descent over my skin.
I wanted to agree, but my voice was lost to a moan as his lips wrapped around my shaft,
warm and wet, his tongue like silk over my cock. My fists clenched in the sheets, and I writhed
under him, my hips arching toward him of their own volition.
He pulled away from me, staring up at me with need I’d never seen in a man’s eyes.
Gareth had certainly never looked at me that way. I shook my head as if I could physically clear
the thought of that asshole from my mind. I didn’t want to be thinking about him. I didn’t want
to ever think about him again, but certainly not while I was with Elijah.
“Are you all right?” he asked.
“Sorry, my mind wandered for a second.”
“Well, stop that. I want you right here with me.” His eyes darkened with that look again.
As hard as it was to understand, or even to believe, he really did want me. Just me.
“I’m here,” I said pulling him up by his biceps. “Right here. As long as you want me to
be.”
He kissed me, softer than before, and I tried to put everything I felt in the kiss I returned.
All of the need, the hunger, the affection that was coursing through my mind and my heart I tried
to convey with my lips and my tongue and my hands. It would never be enough, but I hoped he
would at least understand some of it.
Elijah’s fingers traced my jaw before winding their way into my hair, tugging gently to
break my lips free from his. He stared into my eyes in that way that made me think he was
studying my soul through my irises.
“What?”
He shook his head with a smile. “I just can’t figure you out, Drake Brokk.”
“Can you try again tomorrow?” I asked with a small smile. “I’m kind of waiting to get
fucked here.”
“My apologies,” he said, dropping his face low to nip my ear. “You’ve waited so
patiently, too.”
His body slid down mine again, the friction of his skin over my cock making me shudder.
As his teeth grazed my hip, I closed my eyes in anticipation of his mouth around my shaft again,
but he laid the barest breath of a kiss against my tip before moving further, trailing wet, hot
kisses over my thighs.
Elijah’s hands worked their way under my legs, and he pulled until my knees were bent
and my feet were planted flat against the mattress. I jumped in surprise when his cold, slick
fingers traced my opening. I hadn’t even heard him open the bottle of lube that must have still
been on the bed from earlier.
“Don’t stop,” I hissed when his fingers paused at my reaction. “Please don’t fucking
stop.”
I looked down my body to see Elijah smiling up at me, his face inches from my aching
cock. His gaze held mine as he slowly slid one finger inside of me, then another. It was a
struggle to keep my eyes open as he began to scissor his digits back and forth, working me looser
in preparation. When he twisted his fingers around so he could start to fuck me with them, I lost
the battle and threw my head back, my lids fluttering shut as a low moan escaped my throat.
“Your ass is so fucking tight,” he whispered as he continued his ministrations. “I can’t
wait to feel this gripping my cock. I’ve been thinking about it for hours. Every time I blink, I see
you spread across your desk for me. I can still taste you on my lips every time I lick them.”
His words did just as much as his fingers to make me ready for him. I wanted to beg him
to fuck me, but I couldn’t form words anymore. Everything I tried to say came out as pathetic
whines. Finally, he climbed over me, his hips between my thighs, one hand under my ass to raise
me up and the other on his cock, positioning it against my entrance.
Even though he had prepared me well, the initial intrusion of his huge tip spreading me
open drew a sharp hiss from me. He flicked his gaze to meet mine, and when he saw that my
eyes were as hungry for him as his were for me, he didn’t stop. He slid inside of me agonizingly
slow, his thick shaft stretching me wider than I remembered it doing earlier—maybe because we
had been so hurried in my office. This slow, steady pace left me free to feel every inch of him.
My ass burned from the intrusion, but it wasn’t really pain. I knew in moments it would be the
best feeling ever. And when he started to move I knew he had been wrong earlier. This was
Heaven. Whatever we had done before, maybe that was Purgatory. But this, nothing could ever,
ever feel better than what he was doing to me.
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