Say You're Mine (The Gallaghers Book 1) by Layla Hagen (digital ebook reader .txt) 📗

more, kissing a straight line down her belly. She sucked in her stomach in anticipation. I parted her thighs with one hand, sliding my thumb in her panties, right over her pussy. She buckled, gripping the edge of the desk with both hands. I teased her like that, drawing my thumb slowly down her opening and then back up, nudging her clit each time. She brought her hands to the elastic band of her panties, her intention clear. I blocked her right hand.

“No. I want you to come before I even take the panties off you. Then I’ll make you come all over again.”

She gasped. Her legs shook slightly as I stroked her clit more.

“Ooooh.” Her voice was wobbly and pleading.

I hooked one of her legs over my shoulder, wanting her spread wider. She gripped the edge of the desk tighter, moving so she was half sitting on it.

I looked up at her, alternating between kissing her belly and her thighs and watching her coming apart slowly. It was an exquisite view, one I could only fully enjoy if I wasn’t buried inside her too. Deep frown lines marred her forehead, almost as if the pleasure and anticipation was too much to bear.

I couldn’t stop touching her pussy, even though she was so damn sensitive that she shuddered on every stroke. But I wanted to keep her just like that—on edge, overwhelmed by my ministrations. I changed positions, moving up her body slowly, until I reached her mouth, capturing it in a slow, lazy kiss, exploring her the way I’d wanted to the whole night. My hand was still between her legs, teasing her, right until she gasped.

Her fingers worked the buttons of my shirt. She was looking at me with a mix of lust and desperation that drove me insane. I wanted to give this woman absolutely everything I had. I helped her too, and between the two of us, we got rid of my clothes in record time. Before dropping my pants on the pile on the floor, I took out  a condom. She snatched it from me, but her hands were too shaky to open the package. I teased her, pressing the tip of my cock against her belly, which was clearly messing with her concentration. I took it from her, ripping it open myself and sliding the condom on. Then I took off her panties.

She sat against the edge of the desk again, placing her hands behind her, looking at me seductively, all opened for me. Gripping her hips, I turned her around, kissing her shoulders and her back. My cock was trapped between us, and the pressure made me insatiable. She reached a hand back to me, scraping her fingers on my outer thigh.

I slid in and out of her slowly, first the tip, then a few more inches, but didn’t go all the way in.

“Fuuuuck.”

She was tight and warm and so damn perfect. She was still sensitive from the first orgasm, still on edge. I felt it in the way she pulsed around my cock, the way her body trembled every time I pushed in deeper.

When I thrust in completely, she buckled over the desk, slamming her forearms on top.

“Oh, fuck,” she muttered.

I rocked in and out slowly, enjoying every thrust. The sight of my cock disappearing inside her almost brought me to my knees. I alternated between kissing her back and shoulder blades and straightening up so I could see. When she pushed herself up, reaching a hand to her clit, I nearly exploded. But the desk wasn’t too comfortable, and neither was standing, so I pulled out of her, guiding her to the bed. I sat down without even bothering with the covers, pulling Isabelle on top of me. I could kiss and see her better this way, and she had better access to touch herself the way she wanted to. Her eyes were half closed as she lowered herself on my cock, taking me in. She didn’t move, just flexed her inner muscles. I groaned, gripping one hip, urging her to move. A small smile played on her lips. She liked being in charge. She rolled back and forth slowly. I felt my orgasm forming in the depths of my body. My breath was quickening, and every nerve ending was on edge. My insides twisted.

“Fuck.”

I held her up a few inches so I could move too, and our combined thrusts sent me over the edge. The pleasure was too intense, too overwhelming. I was hurtling toward my climax, already spiraling out. She lowered a hand to her clit, gasping. She barely touched herself before she exploded. Her whole body shook. She leaned in, propping her forehead on my shoulder, still rolling her hips, wanting to wring out every drop of pleasure. My cock was pulsing, but I kept myself in check somehow.

When her body went lax and she stopped moving, I took over. I lowered her on the bed on her back before pulling out, watching her for a few seconds. She looked perfect: sated and spent. She was so fucking sexy with sweat dotting her skin and her red hair clinging to her white translucent neck and breasts.

Pouting, she drew her hand from my sternum down to my cock. I kissed her long and deep and wet before turning her around.

“Oh,” she gasped, looking over her shoulder, biting her lower lip.

“Get ready for orgasm number three,” I whispered in her ear.

Goose bumps broke out on her body. She was just as insatiable as I was.

Instead of parting her legs, I pushed them together. She felt even tighter like this when I slid inside. She tugged at the sheets before fisting them, pressing her forehead against the mattress.

“Oh, this feels so good. So intense,” she muttered. “Soooo intense.”

She was still on edge. I slid in and out without fighting the pleasure this time. My climax took me by surprise. It built slowly, but it hit me like a tidal wave. I