Chapter 6 One Sweet F*ck And I'm His.
° Amy's POV.°
"Well, you can pay me back this time for all that,” I sighed, as I peered into his eyes, lust and control fighting for a place in them.
“You don't know what you're asking for,” He whispered, just below my right ear.
“Then …show me,” I replied, as I bit my lower lip, scraping it up with my teeth as I looked at him with my needy eyes.
His body pressed against mine, every inch of him, hard, warm, and impossibly close. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he dragged his belt free and let it fall to the floor with a soft, metallic clink.
I giggled.
Here I was, foolishly submitting to him without a good fight.
“Look at you,” he murmured, with his gaze flickering down to where his hand disappeared under my skirt. “So wet… and all for me.”
His fingers moved with precision, circling and dipping, teasing me until I was writhing on my desk, my breath ragged and hands gripping the edge of the desk like it was the only thing grounding me.
“Please,” I whispered, voice cracking with desire. “I can’t wait anymore.”
He hesitated, just for a second. “Once I start, I’m not stopping. Not until I’ve had all of you.”
I met his eyes, pupils blown, with the fierce expression on his face. “Then don’t stop.” I said barely above a whisper.
That broke him.
He pushed my panties aside again, lining himself up with a low, strained breath. The first thrust was slow, deliberate, like he wanted to savor every second of the stretch, the heat, the way I gasped and clutched at his shoulders, the way I moaned and arched my back, the way I helplessly threw my head back and said something similar to his name.
“Oh, f—” I bit my lip as he filled me completely, I could feel his slimy cum in my pussy and all over.
He groaned, his forehead pressing against mine. “You feel… unreal.”
And then he moved again.
Each stroke was deep and slow at first—measured, controlled—but I could feel him swell inside me as he fucked harder . His hands gripped my thighs tightly as he spanked me mercilessly, pulling me closer with every thrust until our bodies slapped together with sinful rhythm, the desk creaking under us.
The air was filled with gasps and breathless moans, the scent of sex and tension.
“You’re mine,” he growled against my throat. “Say it.”
“Yes—yes, I’m yours,” I moaned, nails digging into his back as he thrust harder, deeper, and faster, until I could feel the tip of his cock touch my end, and it was like a million stars exploding in my head.
He went for my buttons and pulled my shirt open completely, as his lips claimed my breast driving into me, tongue flicking over my pink nipples that were now hardened buds as I cried out.
I was losing myself— I was losing my senses, my world , narrowing down to the drag and thrust of his body, the heat, and the way he whispered my name like a curse.
Then he reached between us, thumb circling just right on my clit—and my whole body arched, tensed, and shattered around him.
My thighs trembled uncontrollably, I have never had something sweet like this.
The orgasm crashed through me like a wave, as my cry echoed off the walls. He didn’t stop. He kept thrusting, hips slamming into mine until he let out a low, broken moan and buried himself deep with one final push.
He collapsed over me, panting, heart racing in sync with mine.
For a long moment, we just breathed.
Then, he kissed me again—soft this time.
“Don't tell me you're tired,” I said as I panted , our tired gaze meeting each other.
“I never thought I'd see this part of you,” He scoffed.
And maybe he was right. Maybe I did let myself fall without a fight, but I wanted it, not like he made me do it.
The truth is…every body has their dark side, and this was my dark side…my sin.
“Well, you're seeing it now,” I said as I licked his chin.
He pulled me by my hair and forced me down my knees.
I looked up at him, those needy eye
s, he didn't need to beg, I was going to give it to him.
“I’m going to ruin you,” he whispered.
And the craziest part?
I wanted him to.
Or maybe I was the one that's going to ruin him instead.
