Free BORDEN 2 by R.J. Lewis

move.
     
    “Emma,” he returned, gazing at my lips, “say the word, and I’ll fuck you.”
     
    My eyes narrowed and he smiled, but it was half of a smile really. He was more concerned with the fact my legs were still parted and he wanted it badly. I almost thought he’d fold, and to piss him off, I grabbed my lacy underwear and tugged it off, lifting my ass off the desk for second to slide it down my legs.
     
    He exhaled slowly, his face contorting like he was in physical pain at what I’d done. “You little slut,” he half-groaned.
     
    “ Your slut,” I replied smugly, throwing my underwear at his chest.
     
    It landed there and he took it in his hand and squeezed it. “Fucking filthy bitch, taunting me.”
     
    “I’m just spreading myself for you. Showing you your merchandise .”
     
    He chuckled deep. “You think you’re going to win, don’t you? I have more willpower than you, doll. I’ve been without sex a very long time before you. I’ve mastered blue balls.”
     
    “But have you mastered blue balls with me around?”
     
    He went quiet, deliberating my question. “No,” he admitted slowly with a ghost of a smile. “I haven’t. I think I fucked you in my mind with my hand around my dick a thousand times in the start, and now that I’ve got a taste of that fine little pussy, I’m pretty fucking whipped.”
     
    “So end the misery.”
     
    His jaw ticked. “Beg first.”
     
    Fuck, he was impossible. “No,” I gritted out.
     
    He exhaled slowly, running an exasperated hand through his thick hair. I saw something flash in his expression, a look of surrender perhaps, and I thought he’d crumble right there and then…Until the phone started ringing next to me. Fuck. We locked eyes again, his ravenous need for me evident in the lust that lurked there. To my surprise, he reached for the phone and, feeling uncertain, I went to close my legs. He darted his eyes back to mine and barked, “Don’t. Keep them spread or you’ll be sorry.”
     
    Before I could respond, he answered his call and spoke in clipped tones. I kept my legs spread. My cheeks burned as he spoke, staring between my legs, his bottom lip still gloriously wet. He moved his chair closer to where I was, and his hand shot up. I felt his fingers glide up my inner thigh, moving at a snail’s pace to my centre. The second he reached my heat, my head fell back. He rubbed my pussy gently, sparking a fire unhurriedly, and away he spoke, his voice giving nothing away, as he felt my bare flesh. I trembled, biting my bottom lip hard as he rubbed his fingertips along my sex, stopping at my clit. He pressed circles into me, and I shook at the sparks that flew up my body, causing me to moan lightly. God yes, this is what I love. This is what I need.
     
    He fidgeted in his chair, pursing his lips in a tight line as he continued to rub me. His finger rimmed my entrance. He slowly pushed his finger in, watching the way my face twisted at the pleasure. He moved in slowly, and every time he pulled his finger out, he used my wetness to rub circles around my clit. I gripped the edge of the desk and moaned again, this time louder. My hand shot over his and I tried to hurry him along, but he resisted against my touch. I dug my nails into his wrist as the pleasure built. Fuck, it was too good.
     
    “I gotta go,” he abruptly spoke into the phone, his voice low and thick. “Call me later.”
     
    He slammed the phone down and pulled his finger all the way out. He then gripped my jaw and forced me to look down at him. “Tell me what you want,” he demanded, his voice low and hard. I was in a daze still, my body wound up unbearably tight. He stuck his finger between my lips, the same finger that was inside me, and raised his brows. “Don’t make me fucking repeat myself, Emma. I’m fucking bursting here. What do you want?”
     
    “I want you.”
     
    “To do what? To fuck you? Eat you out? What? ”
     
    “Eat me out.”
     
    His lips