Jaime bucked as his tongue finally got to work. Surprising her, each lick or stab of his tongue was unhurried, casual, like he had no objective at all and simply wanted to taste her. She tried moving her legs to hook them over his shoulders, but he must have thought she was attempting to pull away, because he growled warningly and it reverberated through her. God, a growl almost had her climaxing.

Soon she was shaking and squirming as her orgasm began to creep up on her, asking him to hurry up and f**k her, but the absolute bastard continued his leisurely movements. “Dante, seriously, I can’t take any more.” And she meant it. But it was like talking to a freaking wall because he was so completely absorbed in tasting her. Even when she bucked hard enough to get his attention and dislodge him, he simply grunted and returned to what he’d been doing. “I want to be f**ked!” Nothing. Fine, if she wanted to distract him and get him as irritated as she was, she’d just have to play dirty, wouldn’t she.

Faking a bored tone, she asked, “Are you okay down there if I just make a few calls?” His response was a growl. “I was thinking we could order pizza. Maybe pepperoni.” Another growl. “By the way, which one of us smells like fish?” A louder growl and a nip. “Um, I hate to bother you again, but…when is this supposed to start feeling good?”

Instantly Jaime regretted that one, because instead of punching his c**k punishingly inside her as she’d hoped, he abruptly sucked her clit between his lips so hard that she cried out. He sucked unrelentingly on her clit, occasionally nipping it or flicking it with his tongue before sucking it between his lips again.

Her inner muscles were clenching, wanting something inside her—which was obviously why Dante was doing this instead! He continued his assault until finally her body tensed and she came hard, quivering. When she was able to pry her eyes open, it was to see him staring down at her and licking his lips clean. Shit-stain.

“I’m going to fill you up and f**k you now,” he rumbled. And then he was going to fulfill that fantasy they had both been sharing for a while, but he wouldn’t mention that just yet.

Jaime didn’t like the wicked, lopsided “I know something you don’t” smile that surfaced on his face, but her intention to comment on it went straight out of the window when he unsnapped the button of his fly, lowered his zipper, and his c**k sprang out. He spread her thighs wide, gripped her hips, and tugged her body toward him so that her ass was hanging off the desk. Jaime wrapped her legs around his waist and gasped at the feel of his c**k probing her entrance.

“Ready?” In a sluggishly slow movement, Dante sank his c**k inside that perfect pu**y that was made only for him, filling her with every inch of him. Then, in a movement just as slow, he withdrew until only the head was inside. Any other time he would have given Jaime a series of slow thrusts just to tease her, but he wasn’t in the mood for playing. He needed to f**k her, needed to feel her come apart around him. Needed to hear her beg. Needed to know that his mate wanted him so much she would do this. Yes, she’d done it during their claiming, but that was because she’d been pretty delirious. “I’m going to f**k you so hard you can’t walk,” he promised her. “Just as soon as you beg for it.”

Jaime’s mouth fell open. “What?”

“You heard me. Beg for it.”

“Oh you sack of shit!” When she tried to lift her upper body from the desk, he brought his weight down on her, caging her there. She wasn’t sure whether he ignored her struggling or simply didn’t notice, but in any case, it galled her that her struggles came to nothing.

“Beg me, Jaime. Beg me, and I’ll f**k you as hard as you want.” She stopped writhing. “As hard as I want?” she echoed, suddenly not so averse to the idea. No matter how many times she told him she could take his roughness, he always held back a little. The only time he hadn’t was during their claiming, and she wanted it again.

“I’ll f**k you so hard you’ll think I hate you. Beg me, Jaime.” Now that did sound intriguing. After a moment of silence, she finally said, “Please f**k me.” She cried out as, with their gazes locked, he abruptly thrust forward and drove his entire length back into her. “Oh God,” she breathed as he began pounding into her with ruthless, intense, stretching thrusts that gave her that full, stuffed sensation she loved. His pace was frenzied, as though he couldn’t f**k her hard, fast, or deep enough. This was exactly how Jaime wanted him: barely restrained, poised on the brink of violence. The fact that she could drive him to the edge of his control thrilled her like nothing else.

“You’re so tight.” He lifted her leg and hooked it over his shoulder, allowing himself to go even deeper with each thrust. Growling, he sank his fingers into her soft, pliant br**sts. “I love these.

And these pretty ni**les.” He pinched the pert buds hard, knowing she loved it. “And you have the most gorgeous ass. I can’t wait to have my c**k inside it.” Seeing that she was about to protest, he quickly stated, “It is going to happen, baby.”

“Maybe in your wet dreams, Popeye, but that’s all.”

Jaime gasped as he suddenly withdrew, brought her to her feet, spun her around, and then bent her over the desk. “What are you—”

“Don’t worry, baby, I’m not finished with this pu**y yet.” Dante gripped her hands and placed them at the edges of the desk. “Keep them there.”

“This position stinks a little bit too much of complete submission for my liking,” she snapped indignantly.

“Really?”

She gasped again at the hard slap to her ass. “What the—?! Did you just spank me again?”

“Yep.”

She didn’t care for his blasé attitude. “Why?”

“I felt like it.”

Another sharp slap to her ass. Jaime growled her irritation. She wasn’t sure what irritated her more, that he was spanking her, or that she liked it. “Bending me over is one thing, Popeye. But smacking my ass is—”

“Not your ass, baby. My ass. I love the look of my handprints on it.” His wolf growled his approval at the sight of the handprints; he saw them as brands. “Whine all you want, but you like it, and you know you do.”

Jaime would have growled at his self-assured tone if at the same moment he wasn’t prying her feet apart with his and the head of his c**k wasn’t thrusting against her clit. Thank God. She needed to come so badly—so much so that she was pushing back to take him inside her. Okay, she was trying to push back, but his big freaking body was as unmovable as a building.




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