Page 118 of Broken Warrior
“Finlay—“
“Stand up, Tate.”
I watch her body blush as she shudders, but she drags her tongue up my dick, kisses the head then gets to her feet.
The anticipation, the excitement, the fucking happiness in her eyes is what gives her away, is what confirms that Tate is one hundred percent on board when I start telling her what to do, and it makes me even harder that she gets off on the anxious nerd with a bossy side in the bedroom.
Or my office, as it were.
“Take off your shorts and panties. One shot, down to your ankles, then lean back and show me how wet you are.”
My eyes track her every move as Tate pushes the little booty shorts and thong down her long as fuck legs, then leans back and spreads them wide for me. She plants one foot on the edge of the desk as I slide toward her in the chair and the second Tate uses her fingers to open her pussy, I take my cock in hand and start pumping it in my fist as I lean forward and feast on my girl before I lose myself inside her.
“Fin… Finlay… oh…” Tate grows wetter with each swipe of my tongue and just when I know for sure I have her on edge, I stop, get to my feet and shove the chair back.
“Turn around, Tate,” I growl. “Turn around and bend over for me.”
Her eyes light up as she once again does what I say, quickly turning so her ass is facing me. Tate holds her breath as she waits for my next directive, shuddering again when I finally give it.
“Hands here,” I say as I lay her flat on her stomach then take Tate’s hands and pull them behind her back. “Or here.” I take them and wrap her fingers around the far edge of my desk. “Your choice, Tate, but either way you’re going to need to be grounded in some way while I fuck you on this antique.”
“Like this,” she gasps as my cock slides between the globes of her ass. “Just like this, baby, please.”
I smile as I grab my dick by the base, lining it up with her pussy that is so wet I can see her arousal sliding down her thighs. I run it through her folds a few times, then without warning, I drive into her core hard and deep, so hard and deep that we both moan at the sensation.
“Such a good girl.” I groan, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. “So fucking good,m’eudial.So wet and warm for me.”
Tate starts chanting my name, moaning and gasping in rhythm with my hips while she white knuckles the desk, pushing her ass back into my groin with every thrust.
God, I fucking love this woman.
I love her so goddamn much and that is exactly why I’m not going to last much longer.
No, I can already feel my balls tightening, feel that lightning shooting down my spine, and the feeling intensifies as Tate’s pussy clenches around me, fluttering and squeezing my cock too tightly just before she screams my name.
“Jesus,” I grunt as the first shot of my cum fires deep inside of her core. “Jesus, fuck, Tate. Fuck.”
She doesn’t respond.
Not with words, anyway.
No, my girl proceeds to meet me jerky thrust for jerky thrust as her orgasm hits a new peak and rips mine from me in a white hot blaze of glory that has me temporarily going blind.
“Fin…” Tate pants as her body twitches and jerks against the desk. “Fin, baby, you are in so much trouble.”
I chuckle as I shudder, the last little bit of my orgasm rolling through my body when I thrust a final time for good measure. “You like it when I’m in trouble.”
She looks at me over her shoulder with a smile that I still can’t believe is for me. “Maybe.”
“You do, just admit it. You like when I give you shit because it means you can yell at me, then I’ll be putty in your hands later.”
“Or all the time.” Tate smirks.
I just nod even though I’m rolling my eyes. “Definitely all the time.” I lean down and kiss her, wondering if I were to keep my cock inside her, would he get hard again fast enough to go for round two before—
“Tate?” Ember yells through my office door as she knocks. “Tate, sweetie, the girls are here.”
I slide out of the woman I am going to be with forever, drop back into my chair, and don’t even bother putting my dick away yet. I’m already sore—most of my body is still a mess after that shit in the abandoned church, especially since I don’t listen to what Doc tells me to do—and I’m tired, plus Ember won’t come in. Pretty sure she’s still unsure of me despite all my efforts to prove I’m not the guy I was when we first met. So sitting here with my dick out for a few seconds won’t hurt anyone.
