Free Possessing Eleanor by Tessie Bradford

sensation.
    He tore his mouth away from hers and peered over her shoulder. “What the hell is this?”
    “I figured if I wasn't able to apologize properly with words,” she rubbed her breasts against his chest and stroked the back of his neck, “maybe I could tantalize you into not being mad at me anymore in a nonverbal way.” When she rotated her hips seductively, he squeezed her exposed flesh with enthusiasm.
    “You tantalize me simply by being.” Jackson stood and crushed her deliciously against his solid frame. “And right now, you're playing with fire.” He lifted and held her effortlessly. She ground herself shamelessly across his erection and whimpered in anticipation when he swung her around to lean over his desk. He pressed his large hand between her shoulder blades, and she braced herself on her arms. The sound of him ripping down his zipper was music to her ears.
    “Door locking?” Ellie breathed out when his skillful finger found her core.
    “Unnecessary.”
    She wiggled herself backwards in an effort to allow him better access. “I do not want to meet your co-workers in this position, Jackson.” Her pussy spasmed and her hips jerked when he carefully inserted two more fingers. With one purposeful stroke, he took her breath away.
    “Nobody will walk into this office without permission.”
    His certainty, his complete command of his environment, enflamed her as much as his skillful mastery of her body.
    “My pussy,” he declared forcefully as he set a fevered pace, touching, stroking, inflaming her from the inside out. “My woman.” He leaned over her back and rotated his hips in rhythm with his hand. “Mine.”
    “Yes, Jackson, yes.” Her legs trembled as waves of pleasure raced from her heated core outwards. “Please, more ... I need your cock. I need to have you inside of me.” His fingers slid from her. She moaned desperately, both at the temporary loss of his touch and in anticipation of being filled and possessed completely. She attempted to turn around.
    “No, don't move.”
    She immediately followed his direction, letting her forehead drop to rest on the desktop.
    “You are exquisite, spread open waiting for me, begging me to take you. I will always give you everything you need.”
    The sound of his belt hitting the floor and a foil packet being torn open intensified her need until it was almost painful. She was so empty without him that it seemed an eternity before his sheathed penis nudged at her weeping entrance. His hands slid up her sides and wrapped firmly around her aching breasts. He pinched and rolled her pebbled nipples at the same moment his hips surged forward.
    “On my God, yes!” she cried out in relief and ecstasy as her body joyfully accepted Jackson's powerful thrust. Her eyes slammed shut, and her fingernails raked across the smooth wood of the desk when Jackson, fully seated, held perfectly still instead of stroking in and out of her body in the way she so desperately needed. She flexed her inner muscles and wiggled in encouragement as best she could while being cradled so tightly, so lovingly in his strong embrace.
    “Jesus, Eleanor, stay still.” Jackson practically growled out the words and his hands trembled against her breasts.
    Ellie thrilled at the knowledge his desire for her drove him to the brink of losing his precious control.
    “I want to make love to you for hours, worship your incredible body until you can't think straight, but damn,” a shiver ran down his body, “it's been too long. Your pussy is so tight and warm, and I've missed you so much.”
    Her heart swelled at the emotion evident in Jackson's tone. “I can't think straight already, and we can make love for hours later,” she panted out with ragged breaths. “I'm about to get off whether you move or not, but I'd rather if—”
    She was given no more warning than a low growl and the tightening of his fingers on her delicate flesh before Jackson fucked her mercilessly. Somehow,