Page 65 of Total Abandon

My hands fall from his hair and grapple with his belt, tugging it apart with a rough clink. He uses one hand to help me, flicking open his button so I can attack his zipper and then my hand is diving into his boxer briefs, my fingers curling around the velvet steel length of him in his pants. He grunts, his fingers flexing at the back of my neck. I pull back slightly to look at him, my lips mere millimeters from his as I squeeze my fingers around his cock. What I see is a man on the edge of control, the edge of reason, with no shadow tohide the animalistic desire he has for me. Something light and feminine snarls softly in my chest and my lips curl into a feline smirk.

“Mujer malvada,” he growls, his eyes flashing dangerously before he slips his own hand into his pants to wrap around mine, using our combined fingers to release himself from their tailored confines.

“English,” I breathe, my heart thundering wildly.

“Devil woman,” he repeats, his jaw clenching. He slides down his seat a few inches and tugs me to him roughly, my chest hitting his as he lines himself up against my soaked entrance. The hand that’s curled around my nape shifts so that some of his long fingers curl around the juncture of my neck and shoulder, using the grip as leverage to slam me roughly down onto his shaft, impaling me on him. A loud cry rips from my throat as he fills me to bursting, every inch stretching and burrowing inside me until he can fit no more.

“Oh god,” I groan, tipping my head back as he hits the end of me.

“No baby, just me,” he growls, lifting my body up so that he slides out to the tip and then slamming me back down. A shuttered mewl spills over my lips as I grip his shoulders, dipping my head back to see his teeth bared as he begins to piston into my body with abandon. His breathtakingly harsh features push me closer to the edge, every chiseled line of his face tight as he watches me fall apart. I take over the rhythm, pushing myself up on my knees and sliding down on him again and again, rolling my hips when he’s buried deep so that he grazes every inch of my sensitive flesh.

“Stubborn woman,” he bites out, the hand that was at my hip reaching up to tug open the buttons on my silk blouse. His smoldering gaze lingers on the bared skin of my breasts spilling over my black lace bra and he tugs the cups down, dipping his head to close his hot mouth over one nipple. I cry out and jerking forward in his lap as his teeth graze the sensitive bud and he lets out a deep, tortured growl as my pussy clenches around him.

“Fuck, Chloe! Not yet.” Steel fingers clasp around my hips, dragging me up off him just a moment before I’m able to reach thatblissful peak of ecstasy. A strangled growl of frustration vibrates deep in my throat as I fist my hand in his hair, tugging his mouth back to mine. Demanding without words that he gives me what I want.

“I said not yet,” he warns in a deep rumble against my lips when I try to wriggle my hips back down onto him. His arms clamp around my waist and he stands, taking me with him. My thighs cling to his hips as I bite down on his full lower lip, hard. He lets out a low chuckle as my back hits the floor-to-ceiling window on the east-facing wall. “If you want to play that game, I promise you will lose.” I have no doubt he will make good on that oath, and I pull back to look at him as he gazes down at me. “Be a good girl and put your hands on the glass.”

I’m quickly placed on my feet and spun around so that I’m facing the window. The city skyline looms before me, but the towering buildings and crawling life below fade into the abstract as large hands encircle mine, lifting them together and splaying them on the glass on either side of my head. The heat of his body pushes in close behind and I moan as my nipples press against the cool glass, the delicate bars through them clicking softly.

“I want everyone to see that you are mine, that you belong to me, mi fuego.” His hot breath dances across the shell of my ear, sending a heated line of need directly between my legs. I shouldn’t like him saying that, but I do. I really fucking do. For this moment at least, I want him to lay claim to me, make me forget everything and anything that isn’t him.

His feet nudge my heels apart and the next thing I know, the thick head of his cock is pressing into me from behind. My eyes roll and my cheek falls to the glass as I’m shoved forward by the surge of his hips, pinning me in place as he starts up a thunderous rhythm. My knees buckle and I’m at the mercy of his brawny arm that snakes around my waist to hold me in place. Barreling toward the precipice at the speed of light, my entire body trembles, and lightning strikes in the center of my belly. Once, twice, and then—

“No!” I moan as he pulls out abruptly, his breath harsh as I screw up my nose and attempt to weather the intense line I’m balanced on between desperate need and endless bliss.

“I control your orgasms, Chloe. They’re mine and you’ll come when I say.”

Wicked man. Devil man. But something tells me I would follow him into damnation as a willing participant. My breath fogs the glass as I ebb back from the edge, my fingers curling inward. His teeth graze the column of my throat, his stubble abrading my overly sensitive skin to the point I might scream and beg him to end this torture. Just when I’m on the verge of giving in, I feel his cock press back into me slowly.

He rolls his hips, teasing me with this new unhurried rhythm that has my teeth biting down on my lip so hard I taste copper. “Zeke!” I gasp, grappling with my control. My muscles start to coil achingly slow, a steady pressure storm building in my stomach, gaining speed and power with every passing second and expert flex of his hips.

“Fuck baby, you feel so good. I can feel how tight you’re getting around me, trying to steal my cum from me.” I’m pleased to hear his voice is tight and gravelly, like his own restraint is hanging on by a thread.

“I can’t, Zeke!” I mewl, writhing, my breasts sliding against the glass as his thrusts get deeper, faster, so that I’m being catapulted to that maddening brink once more.

“Yes.” Thrust. “You.” Thrust. “Can.” Thrust. Each one is sharp enough to click my teeth together and bring tears of desperation to my eyes.

“I need…I need…” My brain has officially turned to sex-melted mush inside my skull, a slew of jumbled curse words flying out instead of what I actually need to say.

“I know what you need, baby,” he growls, his hips slapping against my ass, the obscene wet sounds of our bodies meeting filling the air.

Sweat beads at the nape of my neck and I cry out, my eyes screwing shut as I’m about to be tipped over into ecstasy. A perfect moment of clarity hits and I know what is about to happen. Twisting my torso, I snap my eyes to his as my fingers curl around his tie, yanking tight. “Now!” I demand.

“Say please,” he snarls, his decadent top lip curling back over his teeth.

“Please!” The word spills desperately from my lips without pause. His smoldering chocolate eyes go wide, his nostrils flaring as he abandons his plan to torture me and surges forward, claiming my lips with his in a fiery kiss as his cock slams into me harder and faster than ever. Pleasure swells, a wave of mindless bliss so visceral that all five of my senses are lost to it crashing over me.

Every filthy curse word under the sun is snarled against my lips as he stills deep inside of me, his cock swelling impossibly thicker and throbbing as the spasms of my body milk him for his release. Long, hot bursts of his seed spill inside me, every jerk of his dick sending aftershocks of pleasure tremoring through my spent body.

His tongue against mine becomes lazy, worshipping, as we pant into each other's mouths. Pulling back an inch, he rests his sweat dampened forehead on mine. Smiling, I surrender to the limp, satiated feeling bleeding into my bones.

“Oh yeah, we’re definitely doing that again,” I breathe, a faint smile tugging up at my lips.

“You bet your fucking ass we are.”

***

“And have you had any urges to contact Anthony since we last spoke?” Dr. Pierce sits in a cream suede chair, low to the ground, her elbows resting on the shiny cherry wood arms. I tap my lips with one finger, casting my eyes around the barren room. White on beige on cream. So fucking annoying. Even the good doctor has excelled herself today, in a clinical white pantsuit.