His rhythm falters as he twitches and jerks so deep, so hard inside me I’m not sure what’s pain and what’s pleasure. Maybe it makes me just as fucking crazy as him, because I welcome both.
“You need me to prove to them that you’re mine?”
My nails claw at the bar, my breath caught somewhere between my chest and the tight muscles in my throat.
His hips jerk hard, and he lets out a guttural groan, his body tensing like a wire twisted to breaking point as he spills inside me.
I come with a muffled scream, my face buried in my arm, the smell of wood and stale beer beneath my nose.
“Fuck,” he hisses, slowing as he drains every drop of himself into my pussy. “You have no idea how turned on I am right now, knowing you’re filled with my seed and my baby. Your pretty ass and cunt glistening with me.”
Fuck.
I clench around him. I’ve never been more turned on in my life.
“You’re going to have to help me stand up,” I murmur, my legs like jello.
He kisses the spot at the base of my back before he pulls out of me. I can feel his cum between my thighs, coating my skin, marked by him.
Owned by him.
He helps me stand, my dress falling down to cover me. I’m sure I looked dazed, completely and utterly thoroughly fucking ruined—just as he promised.
I watch as he bends down, pulling my panties up my legs and settling them under my stomach. “I need to clean myself. I’m going to ruin my panties,” I complain.
He leans in, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “I want you sitting there for the rest of the night feeling my cum drip out of you.”
I’m pretty sure I combust internally at those words. “You’re going to kill me talking like that,” I groan.
He kisses behind my ear. “Good. I want you writhing every time you think of me.” He breathes me in, like he’s trying to memorize every part of me. “Fuck, Lexi.” He sounds wrecked, like I’ve broken something inside him and rebuilt it.
“Don’t ever stop loving me this way,” I say, my words soft.
His eyes narrow for a beat. “Are you kidding? I’ll never get enough of you. Especially not like this.”
He kisses me more gently than I have any right to, and then he does exactly what he said. He makes me sit in that room surrounded by our club family, my panties wet with both of our arousals.
I can still feel the effect of what we did the next morning.
I’m sitting at my desk, squirming. I can’t get comfortable after having my insides rearranged. There’s a deep, delicious soreness between my legs and in my thighs.
When I told Casey I woke up aching, he grinned, like it was an accomplishment. Then he kissed my forehead and told me he’d pick me up later just so he can ruin me all over again.
“You have that glow that says you got wrecked last night,” Tasha says over the top of my cubicle wall.
I snap my gaze around in case one of our colleagues is nearby, but we’re alone. Even so, my cheeks heat and I grab a manila folder off my desk to cover my embarrassment.
“You can’t possibly know that just by looking at me.”
“You’re radiating fucked vibes.” She sighs dreamily. “I’m so jealous. I spent my evening curled up on the couch devouring a pint of choc chip ice cream, covered in crumbs and self-loathing. It was not my finest moment.”
I snort. “Sounds pretty perfect to me.”
She makes a sound and ducks back down behind the cubicle wall as Janice steps in behind me.
I’ve only ever dealt with her a handful of times in the years I’ve been with the company.
I don’t really make a habit of visiting HR, but considering the shit going on with James, maybe I should have.
