Free Ford: The Dudnik Circle Book 1 by Esther E. Schmidt

It doesn’t matter if the impulses are good or bad, it’s still taking.
    “Hey.” The bite in her voice has my gaze flicking up to meet hers. “Don’t you dare stop; put your mouth back on me. We’re not stuck on the past in this room right now. I’m still fucking mad as hell at you, but I’d be even madder if you don’t get back into giving me what I need. What I want. What I long for .”
    I lift her foot off my shoulder and place it on the floor. Slowly, I rise to my feet and cup her face in my hands.
    “And what exactly do you long for, Angel Moy? ” The desire in her eyes equals the same amount as my voice.
    “Get it done, Slick. We’re not here to talk.” My feisty little Angel growls out the words.
    “But wasn’t that what we came here for?” My taunting words make her struggle against the restraints. At this point, she probably wants to strangle me.
    “There’s my Angel. What do you need? Where do you want my hands?” Tracing down the curve of her breast, I let my hand slide lower. “Or do you want my mouth back here?” My hand slides between her skin and the fabric to cup her mound.
    The very thing that froze me a second ago, the test I’m about to do for her, for me… for us…I need to find out if our connection is solid; no triggers that will cause the past to flare up. Swallowing hard, I keep my eyes on her face to watch her every move.
    “I’m going to bend you over that desk, cover your body with mine, and drive my cock inside of you. I’m going to pound you hard, until your screams bounce off these books.”
    Shock washes over me. I expect her to be repulsed by the thoughts of me taking her like this. Bringing back the memories, our past. Instead she flames up and brushes her legs together as though she’s scratching an itch. An itch I created. An itch she wants me to scratch.
    Her voice sounds hoarse when she says, “Don’t pull out until my walls are done strangling your cock.”
    A bark of laughter rises from deep in my chest. Her honesty, her longing, she wants this, just as much as I want her. “I’d better not disappoint that sweet pussy.”
    Grabbing her waist, I bend her over the desk. Slowly, I pull up that soft fabric and lock it underneath her bound wrists. I tug my zipper down and my cock falls out, its thick head pointing up, throbbing with need.
    The barrier of lace that has been bugging me has done it for the last fucking time as I rip her thong to pieces and shove it in my pocket.
    With a groan, I rub the head of my cock along her slick heat. “So fucking wet, Angel Moy . You’re going to have me coming deep inside you within seconds. You wouldn’t want that, now would you?”
    “Grigory,” My name resembles a moan and it’s the last thing my mind registers before my balls curve around her tight pussy due to the force of me driving deep inside her.
    Pulling halfway out, I fall into a fast rhythm that has the both of us panting with each thrust. With one hand locked on her shoulder, I keep her in place, allowing me to extend the force of taking her. With a tight grip on my tie that’s restraining her wrists, it gives me all the balance I need in this moment. My anchor.
    The sounds coming from her mouth are fueling the burning in my balls. Her walls start to tighten and strangle my cock. Her orgasm reduces the space I have to drive inside her. Narrow, wet, hot… my control snaps as fire flames up my balls and through my cock, exploding deep within her.
    My cum coats her insides and ignites another strong orgasm in her body that takes my dick and demands ransom. More , her body is telling me exactly what I feel, what I need, with every inch that is me. This time, or the next…it will never be enough.

Chapter Eight
     
    I’ve got you now…
     
    ***Justice***
     
    The whine that leaves my throat surprises even me. Dammit. That single mind-blowing orgasm wasn’t enough. Coming deep inside you within seconds …. That’s what it felt like. Way too fast.