Owned (Office Intrigue Book 8) Nicole Edwards (classic english novels TXT) 📖

“Tell me, dirty girl.” I grazed my fingers over her mound.

“Yes.” Her legs parted, giving me access to her silky heat. “I want them to watch.”

When she dropped her head back against my shoulder, I dipped two fingers inside of her, felt the tight clasp of her pussy.

“Talon…”

I removed my fingers, circled her clit. Slowly at first, then faster, enjoying her soft whimpers.

Tipping my head down, I nipped her earlobe. “I need to fuck you.”

She moaned loudly this time, her hand reaching back, sliding over my neck.

“On the glass,” I demanded, reminding her of my earlier instruction.

She did as she was told.

“Please, Talon…” Another whimper as I continued to press firmly on her clit.

“Beg me, dirty girl. I fucking love when you beg.”

“Fuck me,” she pleaded. “Oh, God. I need you to fuck me.”

Smiling with satisfaction, I pulled her hips back so she was bending forward, making it easier for me to align my cock with her tight sheath.

“Spread your legs,” I growled softly.

When she did, I guided my cock to her welcoming entrance, pushing in slowly, exhaling as pleasure consumed me, her warm, wet pussy enveloping me inch by inch. I ground my teeth together, fighting the urge to ram into her. Being inside her was the only place I wanted to be right now, but I reminded myself this wasn’t a race.

Braelyn adjusted her stance, leaning forward, pushing her ass against me as I bent my knees and fucked her. Out in front of us was the clear blue water glittering in the sunlight, the blinding white sand, and nothing else.

“I can’t help myself,” I informed her, pumping my hips.

She glanced back over her shoulder and smiled. “Then don’t.”

I had to wonder if she knew what she was doing. Tempting the beast was a very dangerous thing.

*

Braelyn

I’d decided there was no better feeling in the world than Talon’s touch.

His hands, his mouth.

Truth was, I’d been waiting to feel him again, secretly wishing he would abandon work in favor of spending even a few minutes with me. Perhaps that made me pathetic, I wasn’t sure, but it hadn’t lessened the frequency of the fantasies I’d had throughout the day as I’d luxuriated in the amenities and quietly dreamed about him.

Being near him, with him, was the most sensual experience of my life. He made me feel as though I was the most beautiful woman in the world. Having just a fraction of his attention on me was overwhelming, so this … this was heaven.

And here I’d thought the shower had been a decadent assault on the senses, the exposure from the glass, the view of the ocean, the endless water raining down on me. But even the sunlight bouncing off the ocean didn’t hold a candle to the magnificent feel of Talon filling me so completely, driving me closer and closer to what I knew was going to be a mind-shattering release.

The way his fingertips dug into my hips was driving me mad. There was no pain, but I was completely aware of how tightly he was holding me, how deeply he was penetrating me. Like the first time, there was a desperation to our joining, an unquenchable need we were fighting to sate just like this … the two of us together.

Talon was holding back, I could feel it, but I needed more. I needed him to take me the way he had yesterday. When he’d ridden that fine edge of violence, unable to control himself. It was how I felt whenever I thought about him.

“Harder,” I pleaded, rasping out the word as the breath was driven out of me with every deliciously punishing thrust.

His hips pumped faster but not harder.

“Talon … oh, God … make me come. Make—”

He stopped suddenly, his arm sliding around my waist as he pulled me back, off my feet. I giggled, holding tight to his arm as he moved backward. Seconds later, he was seated on the wide, tiled bench. His hands were rough as he pushed me away, spun me around, jerked me back. I was suddenly straddling his thighs, then impaled on his cock in one vicious thrust that had me crying out in exquisite pleasure as I came.

I’d never known sex could be so intense, so satisfying.

I took over, chasing another release as I got my footing, lifting and dropping onto him, a manageable pleasure/pain blooming every time. He was so big, so thick, filling me to the point of near discomfort, but it was worth it. I ignored it, unwilling to stop. This was absolute perfection, a rush I craved.

Talon readjusted so his ass rested on the very edge of the bench, his knees wide as he held me to him, lodged deep inside me.

“Legs around me.”

I shifted, loving how good he felt inside me as I situated my legs behind him on the bench.

“Fuck yes,” he hissed, jerking me forward, driving in deeper.

He took over for a moment, bouncing me on his lap, fucking me from underneath. Always in control. Always.

It was phenomenal, but it wasn’t enough, so I shifted, taking over once more, using my ankles on the bench to pull me forward, ease back, my fingernails digging into the thick muscles of his shoulders.

When I was winded, Talon readjusted again, putting my feet back on the floor and inching forward again.

“Fuck me,” he growled, his gray eyes blazing with a hunger I’d never witnessed before, his hands gripping my breasts firmly, plucking my nipples every so often. “Don’t stop. Fuck yourself on my cock.”

I loved the wildness I sensed in him, as though he was coming apart at the seams the same way I was. It made my belly flutter even as I coiled tightly, the impending release building until I thought I’d shatter into brilliant fragments of light.

A rumble started in his chest, the vibrations cutting through me until I couldn’t contain myself. I clenched around him, my orgasm so powerful I screamed, throwing my arms around his neck as