by Sosie Frost
He looked that good, smelled that good…
Would he taste that good?
I sputtered over my words. “You couldn’t handle me, cowboy. Don’t even think about it.”
His smirk lashed through me. “I’d break you in half.”
“You wouldn’t last five minutes.”
“Neither would you.”
And now I knew he was lying. “Little cocky, aren’t you?”
“Nothing little about it.”
He stepped forward, invading any pretense of personal space and forcing me to look up to see him.
Every inch of him. Solid muscle. Unrepentant arrogance.
Core-clenching seductiveness.
My mouth dried. “You’re so full of it.”
“Maybe I should fill you up too.”
His voice had darkened to a heated promise, but I tasted the mockery. Indignity choked me with rage and insult, and yet my hands trembled with something far more thrilling than simply slapping the bastard across the cheek like he deserved. The furious heat tangled deep inside me.
Binding me. Enraging me. Aching in me.
Why did this man fluster me so badly? How was he able to destroy every professional defense I’d woven around myself? Decorum. Authority. Neutrality.
Even worse, I was fighting with him in my office. He’d exposed me, enraged me, and bubbled me into a molten core of disrespect, retaliation, and something far worse.
Desire.
“And then what?” I asked. “Go ahead. Stuff me. Then what, cowboy?”
Julian wasn’t a man to tease. Or challenge. “I’d fuck you so hard you’d forget your name, your job, why you’re here, what you’re doing, and why you ever fought to deny me anything I’d want.”
Nothing had ever sounded so utterly vulgar.
Or so goddamned enthralling.
“You want the barn that badly?” I asked.
His expression darkened, intense and confident. “No. Now I want something else.”
“What’s that?”
“You. Moaning my name with your legs spread.”
“Just cause you’re cocky doesn’t mean the equipment is impressive.”
Julian called my bluff. “All you gotta do is ask, princess. I’ll fuck the fun into you.”
“Asshole.”
“We can try it there.”
Why did that excite me? “You’re such a bastard.”
“How wet are you right now?”
“And how hard are you?”
“Why don’t you give it a tug. Tell me what you think?”
“I think you should leave.”
“Liar,” he said.
Fury roared through me, superheated and shivering. “Jerk.”
He smirked. “Priss.”
“Prick.”
“Brat.”
“Pain in the ass.”
Julian encroached, his whisper a dark and delicious warning. “Wannabe whore.”
I saw red.
And heat.
And rage.
And a wall of muscle strengthened by sex, desire, and ferocity.
I leapt forward, arm outstretched to slap him across his chiseled jaw. He trapped my wrist before I grazed the roughened scruff of his cheek.
How many mistakes could I make in a single heartbeat?
Just one, and it’d be the worst of my life.
Did I collapse into him, or did Julian pull me into his embrace?
Did it matter?
Our bodies locked together in a sudden fury. Arms tangled. Chests melded.
And lips…
Parted. Opened. Panting.
I launched onto my tip-toes and groaned into his kiss.
I hated this man—this cocky, self-serving, arrogant beast of a man who spoke vulgarities and kissed like divine lust. My fingers curled into his shirt, stretching at the white cotton, grinding against the hard muscle beneath my hands.
I’d never wanted a man more.
Never wanted to be rid of him more.
Never wanted to feel anyone closer, hotter, deeper.
The crazed heat scorched through me, surging from my fingertips to my toes and striking every neglected part in between. I nibbled on his bottom lip, a warning bite more to myself as a desperate whimper humiliated me.
Julian gripped me hard, spinning me away from my desk and walking me backwards, a kiss for each step, until my back struck against my office wall. A dozen files fell from the cabinet, the papers fluttering at our feet. I ignored them, gripping his neck, his shoulders, his chest.
I’d never been kissed so roughly. Every swipe of his tongue, every squeeze of his hands along my curves was a dire warning of passion and desire.
Julian Payne didn’t fuck around, he just fucked. Rough and demanding. Crazed. His body hardened in every delightful way under my fingers. He clawed at my skirt, tugging it higher and pawing at my dark skin beneath. The heat from his fingers teased my curves with sharp agony. I wiggled, desperate to shift the dreadful panties away from the slickening part of me so eager for his touch.
And yet…
I thunked my hand against the light switch. My office plunged into darkness.
Julian’s grunt shivered through me. “No lights?”
“It’s a meeting night. No sense giving a show to anyone who wanders by.”
His rasping breathing preceded another harsh kiss. “What if I wanted to look at you?”
I was many things, but forgiving wasn’t one of them. “Think I’d give you that privilege?”
“So I can fuck you, but I can’t see you?”
“Lucky I’m even facing you.” I nipped his lip. “Kissing you.” I welcomed the slice of his tongue. “Humoring you.”
“You act like you don’t want this.”
“You act like you deserve it.”
His frown mixed indignation and lust. “I’ll have you screaming my name.”
I smirked. “And I’ll forget you by morning.”
“Then I better make sure you remember who I am.”
“A bastard?”
“A bastard who will make you come harder than you thought possible…”
Julian dropped to his knees. My skirt jerked up, panties ripped down, and he dove between my legs. In the darkness, his shadow moved close, forcing my legs apart and gripping my hips.
“You better hold on, princess. You’re gonna get a little dirty again.”
My shudder betrayed me.
So did my slit. My wetness. The breathy, lip-biting groan that whimpered from my throat.
I’d never done anything so reckless, so unbelievably erotic in my life. And I’d certainly never had a man like Julian before.
Though I should’ve been proud to be so discerning. What sort of man knew how to please a woman like this?
His tongue flicked over my most sensitive and damning of places. Up and down. Side to side. In and out. Every swipe drew another shaking breath from my lips. Every little nibble of my silky petals tightened that trouble-making core that would have me humiliate myself in front of this man.
Worse.
On this man.
The intensity coiled inside me. Tight and wanting and relentless in his constant, unwavering licks to my clit. I tangled my fingers in his hair, trying to push him away as the constant pressure pounded me. Harder. Faster. Hotter.
He slurped. Terrible, embarrassing, degrading noises that only wetted me more. The slickened sounds echoed his harsh growls. This man feasted on me. One solid lick and grunt before he buried his face in my slit and crashed me against the wall.
Christ, what if someone had heard?
Seen?
Walked in.
The municipal center would be filling with people, all eager to witness the bloodbath. I was supposed to be setting up my spot on the dais. Handing out papers. Doing my job.
Instead my knees were weak, legs spread, and I was one suckle of my clit away from orgasming on a stranger’s face.
No. Not a stranger. God, I�
�d have some dignity left if this man were still a stranger.
Julian Payne was a prick. An asshole. Hell, every terrible part of the body and worse. But he was also the only man in the world who understood how to use a tongue like a cock and stroke me to dizzying heights.
But the bastard was better than I’d expected. Sexier than I’d hoped. And that meant the crushing orgasm would be every bit a proclamation of war as it would be the greatest pleasure of my life.
Julian chuckled, teased my clit with a flat-tongued lick, and pulled away just before I crested that desire. He waited on his knees, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
I nearly crumbled, my breath short. “You’re a real son of a bitch, aren’t you?”
“You better ask for it, princess.”
Hell no. “You better beg me, Cowboy.”
“I don’t need it that bad.”
The monstrous bulge in his pants said otherwise. “Me either.”
“Yes, you do.” Julian stood, his body a wall of muscle that I longed to taste. “You’re squirming. Aching. Tell me how much you need me or it stops now. Bet you’d hate that.”
“I’m used to disappointment—I work for the government.”
“I know you want me.”
More than any other man, and I’d hate myself for it. “You don’t know anything about me.”
“I know everything important.” He didn’t let me speak, capturing me in a kiss as he grabbed my legs, hoisted me up, and pressed me against the wall. My legs wove around him as if we’d done this a hundred times before. But I wasn’t that lucky—just insane with pleasure. “I know it’s been forever since you came. Even longer since you got fucked. And I know you’re going to love how this feels.”
I gripped his shoulders as he released himself from his jeans. A glance down revealed everything I’d feared and wondered and wanted.
Julian was a monster of a prick in more ways than one.
His head slipped against my slit, wet and waiting. He was delightfully, imposingly huge. Impossibly built. Every rub of his head threatened my clit with yet another cascade of shivers. The pressure built. More and more. Higher and higher. Threatening me with shame and excitement. I’d climb over this man just to sink down upon him, but Julian took his damn time.
Enjoying me?
Well, seeing as it was the only time I’d ever let the loathsome creature touch me, he had cause to savor my body.
“Know what your problem is, princess?” He whispered, the head of his cock pressing at my slit. “You need to loosen up.”
“Think so?”
“And I’m just the man to stretch you out.”
My patience wore thin. “Shut up and fuck me.”
“Shut up and take it.”
With pleasure.
Not that I’d ever let him know. But with a piercing, raging strike into my pussy, Julian learned everything. Even a man this conceited could tell when his cock delivered a woman the single greatest pleasure of her life. He wasn’t gentle, but my only demand was that he fill me up and do it right.
Julian read my mind. Or maybe my hips. With a single thrust, he rammed into me. I lost control of every thought, breath, and inhibition as that raging cock stretched me to the brim and more. His entire uncompromising length conquered me with blinding pressure.
“How’s that?” Julian pressed in to the hilt, pinning me between him and the wall and grinding his hips to ensure I stuck. “Feel good?”
The sort of good that transcended reason and civility and delighted me with sheer insanity. I’d never felt so taken, so full and stuffed and thoroughly conquered by a thick length of flesh, pulsing in lust. He didn’t fit inside me, but he didn’t stop. Hell, I wouldn’t have allowed him to pull that bare cock out of my quivering folds.
The heat seared me, every velvet inch of his cock pulsed with warmth and a masculine threat. I couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe.
Why was the biggest, most thrilling cock in this world attached to Julian Payne?
“Go ahead. Pretend you don’t want me…” Julian bit my neck. A wave of shivers jolted my spine and centered in the fire pulsing from my core, already stoked by his thickness. “It’ll help you sleep tonight…so you can dream of me.”
I twisted my fingers into his shirt. “Think I’ll be that unfulfilled?”
His movements were slow. Deliberate. Striking so deep and hard that I was shattered against the wall.
How loud were the thuds? How harsh was my breathing?
Oh God, anyone in the building could tell what we were doing.
What I was doing.
Getting the fuck of my life in my office like a common whore.
“You’re gonna be more than fulfilled…” Julian delighted in my quaking body, pulling out until the thickest part of his cock tormented my entrance. With a grunt, he slammed back inside of me. “You’re going to the meeting tonight filled with me.”
“Can’t take you out there with me…” I arched an eyebrow. “Better be quick…or quicker than your usual.”
“A couple minutes is all I need.” His thrusts hardened, but so did my breath, my heartbeat, the clenching of everything inside me. “I want you standing out there tonight thinking of me, of how good I fucked you, of how tonight I owned every fucking inch of you.”
I smirked. “You think I’ll even give a damn about you once you’re done?”
“When I make a mess of you, you’ll remember. Your pussy is gonna be soaked. Your panties ruined. Your thighs slick.” He seized my hips, forcing himself in even farther, until my breath ached and muscles tensed in delight. “I’m not pulling out, princess.”
Then I finally had a justification for my pill. “Think I’d let you go that easy?”
Julian growled. “Every step you take tonight, you’ll feel me. Slick. Hot. You’re gonna think about this cock. When you sit down, you’re gonna feel it. When you go home tonight to rub that clit, all messy with my cum, you’re gonna want me again.”
I bounced my own hips against him, dragging the words through a shuddering gasp. “Even you think I’ll have to get off again tonight.”
“You have my phone number.”
“And you have two big heads.”
My mind jumbled as he pounded into me. I slammed against the wall, again and again and again. How many times could he bottom out inside my aching pussy? I fought the pleasure, fought that clenching desire, but he dragged my hips harder against his raging thrusts. Biting my lip did nothing. Closing my eyes only brought me closer to that infinite oblivion. I clutched at his arms as every strike centered hard and fast inside my tormented, delighted core.
This wasn’t supposed to happen.
I’d never, ever given myself to a man after so little time, respect, and thought. Never once let myself get swept into the arms of a stranger and filled with his magnificent cock. Never let a man I hated pin me against the wall and fuck my swollen, hungry pussy again and again.
I never let a man threaten to come inside me.
Never let a man take me so thoroughly before.
Never let a man get this close.
I’d never even let a man give me an orgasm before. Not that they hadn’t tried. Not that I’d never been willing. But surrendering that control? Offering that part of me, so secret and sacred and vulnerable?
Julian was right. It had been forever since I’d come, but not for the reason he’d thought. I never let a man get close enough to learn what pleasured me. So how did he understand everything I needed? Why did he grind his hips and push me against the wall and fill me in that dizzying, savage way that I never knew I’d wanted?
At least I’d only make this mistake with Julian Payne. After tonight, I’d be rid of him.
And no one would ever know.
My breathing gave me away, every exhale shadowed with a quaking whimper. Julian snickered, pushing inside me and leaning down, his lips teasing my ear.
“Wanna come, princess? Go on. I’m waiting for you.”
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br /> “You want to be done that quick?”
“I’m a gentleman. Ladies first.”
“You think you’re doing that good?”
His quick, lust-crazed thrusts proved it. He buried himself inside of me, laughing as I trembled and shook in his arms.
“I can make you come whenever I want…” His words teased, dark and haunting. “Whenever I demand it. And I want it now, Micah. Hold onto me. Wrap those legs around me. Surrender to this fucking cock.”
“I don’t surrender.”
“You already did.” He gripped my hips with a new fury and thrust deeper inside, his pacing never slowing, his gaze never breaking. “You begged me with that silky little pussy. Look at it, sucking me in, clenching down on me.”
I didn’t want to see it, but I peeked anyway. The image would cost me dearly in water bills, but I’d never recreate anything as sexy with my showerhead. My dark legs wrapped over him. The pale strike of his cock disappeared inside my folds. A jagged, desperate, forceful conquest. Black and white. Thick and petite. Muscle and curves.
It was too much. Too much to see how he manhandled me. How wet it made me. How strong he was, how little my body looked, how hard he fucked…
“Hate me all you want…” Julian groaned with me. “But no man is gonna make you come like this ever again.”
Oh, I hated that he was right.
Hated him. Loathed him. Despised him.
And came so hard on his cock I nearly wrenched in two. My body tensed in the most spine-shattering, muscle-rending orgasm of my life. The shock drove through me, curling my toes and tensing my legs over his waist. The sensations tortured me.
One.
Two.
Three.
Wave upon wave of shameful delight tore my mind and burst my thoughts in a rage of astonishment and vulgar excitement.
I came.
Hard. Unforgiving.
And my pleasure triggered his.
With a rasping growl and bite to my throat, Julian embedded himself in me to the hilt.
Then he spilled every last drop of his pleasure inside me.
The heat splashed within me—a sensation so foreign, so overwhelming my own desire quickened once more. I arched and bucked my hips, milking his orgasm while demanding a second of my own. The quick pop of his cock delivered that and more.
