Delayed Delivery (Pursuit, #2.5)
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“Let’s say it’s both. If I know a dirty secret about Bree, I won’t feel that guilty for arriving late.” She shrugs off the shirt, pulls down her skirt, and places them neatly on the chair.
Standing on my knees on the bed, I unclip her bra, releasing her large, beautiful breasts from it, and haul her under me. She kicks off her shoes as I take off her panties, but I let her keep the thigh highs. “You have nowhere to go now.” I lean down to suck her lower lip, which earns me a moan from deep down in her throat. She wants it as badly as I do, yet she’ll still find reasons to postpone it.
She rubs her chest against mine, bringing her hard nipples to my attention. I move down and mouth one breast and knead the other one with my hand. Her fingers are running through my hair, squeezing and pulling almost to the level of pain, which can only mean she’s ready without foreplay. Although I’m in the mood for a quickie, I’ll take my time today, despite the busy work ahead of us.
My hand sneaks between us, stroking her belly and upper thighs before landing on her sensitive flesh. “You’re cruel. Your pussy is soaking wet, but you were denying it some good fun.”
With her eyes closed, she squirms and moans unintelligible words. I make a mental note for another time to put a recorder on to decipher what she’s murmuring.
Without lingering too long, I slide two fingers inside and watch her stiffen and her breath hitch. What a view. Nothing else can beat the pleasure of witnessing how she shatters into a thousand needy pieces under me. I rub the sensitive knot inside her that I know so well, and listen to her moans getting louder. Just when the spasms start, I pull out my fingers and bury my cock inside with one hard stroke, watching her eyes fly open and the air leave her body.
Pulling all the way out save for the tip of my cock, I slam into her once more. “Want to hear Bree’s dirty secret now?”
She looks at me, confused, as if she doesn’t know what I’m talking about. “Later,” she mumbles. She wants to give all her concentration to my cock. How flattering.
But, I have other plans.
“Yesterday, Bree came to my office when you left for your lunch appointment.” I inhale deeply, since pumping into her and talking at the same time take all my breath away. “She was wearing a skirt and no panties underneath.” Now she’s paying attention to my words because she’s staring at me with wide, dilated eyes and eyebrows frowning. So, I continue, “‘How do I know?’ you’ll ask. Because she sat on my desk, spread her legs wide astride me to show me her unshaven pussy.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Taylor yells.
“Keep listening, there’s more to come.” I dig in to quiet her with a long kiss, while keeping up with my furious thrusts inside of her, until I have her moaning again. Even angry, she can’t keep herself from reacting to my cock with pleasure. Then, I break our kiss to continue my story. Torture or not, I have to get it out. “I should have left the office at that moment, but she’s been bugging me for a long time, touching me, shooting me ‘fuck me’ looks, and stroking her tits on my arms whenever she can. I’m only a man. I have my limits, too.”
“Shut up. I don’t want to hear it.” She covers her ears with her hands, but I pull them away. I’m an ass like that.
“So, I licked her pussy and ate her up until she climaxed on my tongue. Oh, man, she tastes so good, like ripe cherries.” My cock feels like it’ll explode any second, but I can’t let it happen yet. Not before I’m done talking. I slow down and plunge into her with long and slow strokes.
She punches my chest with some serious strength. I let her take her anger out, but her punches only seem to make her angrier. Grabbing her wrists, I pin her arms above her head and lean down for another kiss. This time, though, she rolls her head to the side to escape my lips. I keep her wrists safe in one hand and use the other one to turn her face so I can kiss her. She fights to free her hands, her face, but she’s weak, like a little kitten in my hands. She’s so sweet when she’s pissed off and makes me want to fuck her hard until she’s sore and hurting. “She’s just as needy as you, but screams much louder. I’m sure people in the other offices heard her. Then I fucked her senseless. Her screams got only louder. Her pussy is so tight I came with only a few thrusts.”
“Get off of me. You’re dirtying me,” she roars. She stops fighting, but tears slide down her temples. Even so, slight moans escape her throat in time with the strokes of my cock. I can feel her pussy muscles tensing and building up toward an orgasm, so I increase my speed and plunge into her with faster and harder thrusts.
“Don’t worry. I used condoms.”
“Condoms, plural?” She has to ask that?
“I couldn’t be content with fucking her just once. And yeah, I bought condoms, because I’d been meaning to fuck her for a while.”
“Fuck you, I hate you. I never want to see you again.” She cries; her words mixed with sobs and her signature, cat-like moans. Yet, her inner muscles begin convulsing around my cock. Her body is trembling under me, pushing me hard toward my own climax. But, I have to focus. She deserves another orgasm.
I keep my speed steady and ram into her with everything I’ve got. Her contractions continue, which can only mean she’s reached a second orgasm before the first one subsided. That’s my girl.
“You might hate me, but your pussy loves every inch of my cock. I don’t think you can leave me even for a day.” I ram two more hard strokes into her before I fill her insides with my release. Her sobs are loud and break my heart. I guess I’ve taken it a little too far. With my cock still inside her, I free her arms and cup her face with both hands. “I was just messing with you. I haven’t touched Bree or any other woman, for that matter. I just wanted to give you a little punishment for denying me my morning fuck.”
Her eyes grow large as they examine my face, looking for a hint for truth. “You are—” I kiss her before she can say anything else. I lick her lips, and they part easily to allow my tongue in. Her tongue strokes mine gently.
She believes me.
She knows she’s the only one for me, and I can’t touch another woman. She owns me completely; my heart, my thoughts, my body are hers to use and to take advantage of to her heart’s content. Our bodies still connected through my cock, we stay for a moment, declaring our love and longing for each other with sweet kisses.
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About The Author
Liv Bennett lives in California with her scientist husband, toddler daughter, and two loud budgies. Reading and writing erotic romance are her favorite forms of relaxation, in addition to long walks and yoga. She’s a social drinker of coffee but a serious tea addict. Adam Garnett, the hero of the Pursuit of Passion, came to her in a dream during a romantic getaway in Las Vegas on Valentine’s Day, and since then hasn’t left Liv’s mind for longer than a day, much to her husband’s dismay.
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