PRESLEY
"Give me your mouth, Angel." He murmured glancing down at me like he was waiting for me to make the first move. "I want that dirty little mouth on mine."
I bit down on my bottom lip and stood on my toes, itching my head higher to meet his because quite frankly, there was nothing that could have stopped me from denying him.
He leaned down on instinct like it was some kind of magnetic pull and I placed a hand on his chest, feeling his hard body beneath my fingertips.
A shaky breath escaped my lips when he moved the hand from my hips down to the curve of my ass and squeezed an ass check.
He sealed his lips over mine, groaning into my mouth like he'd been denied of something and this was his first taste of it.
My body went lax as he pulled me close, tightly against him with an adamant thug, sliding his tongue into my mouth.
"Ah. Goddamn." He groaned out, sucking on my lower lip and his strong hands moving everywhere, cupping my ass to rub me against his erection in a up and motion.
A trickle of hot desire ran down my spine and consumed me in a haze of bright red and it was too much. The desire. Everything he was giving me.
It was as if he'd ripped open his vulnerabilities and doors for me, and bared his soul to me. Clashing his tongue against mine, his hands sliding over my ass to land a slap on it and it hurt in the sweetest way possible.
He backed me up a couple of steps without breaking off the kiss, and had my ass pressed to the desk before I could realize he was towering over me.
His fingers tugging at the buttons of my jeans in a frustrated manner while I ran a hand through his dark hair, sliding through it and tugging the ends.
"Fucking jeans." He said breathlessly, breaking off the kiss momentarily to snap off the buttons of my jeans in one experienced and swift motion. "No more of these."
The sound of the buttons falling to the ground like dominos reverberated in the room, and the intensity and warmth of his big, hard body filled the space around me.
The smell of the rich masculine scent of his skin as he pressed his lips into the crook of my neck.
His lips trailed down lower and lower, kissing every single inch of bare brown skin he could find. "So fucking beautiful, Angel."
My eyes closed of their own violation, intensity and warmth filled my heart at the intimacy of his voice.
"Thank you." I said breathlessly, digging my fingernails into his shoulder as an attempt to keep myself upright while one of his hands pushed inside my jeans and between my legs.
He was just so dominant and demanding, knowing what he wanted and was on the hunt to get exactly that.
A shaky breath and my eyes rolled to the back of my head trying to contain myself in the best way possible.
"Oh fuck." I moaned lowly when I felt his mouth surround the tip of my breast, sucking and biting and his thumb rubbed slightly against my clit. "Silvio."
"You're so wet for me," he murmured in that soft buttered voice of his, gazing down to where his fingers were inside my jeans and moving slowly.
His stormy green gaze was intense and hot like he couldn't rip his eyes off the movement. His other free hand wrapped around my throat, forcing me to keep my gaze focused on him, and carefully, he slid a finger into me.
I gasped shutting my eyes on instinct, and he paused when I clenched eagerly around him. "Am I hurting you?" He asked and I shook my head no. A amused hum left his throat.
"Good because I don't think I could have made it any longer without tasting you." He pulled out and thrusted gently back into me, rubbing my pussy slightly with his thumb.
Leaning in, he kissed me hard and hot matching the pace of his fingers and groaned into my mouth when I clenched around his finger. "Fuck, so tight. Such a greedy little pussy, isn't it?"
"Please, Silvio." I begged, my words hitching in my throat with lust and desire. "Please."
I didn't even know what I was begging for, for him to fuck me? Do whatever he wanted? Anything to take me out of this misery.
He continued rubbing in that slow, measured pace of his. The smell of his aftershave mixed with desire—and the feeling of unbearable vulnerability of being finger-fucked by a man who knew the intimate workings of a woman and called me an Angel—filled me.
He paused momentarily, breaking off the kiss and his fingers halted and my eyes went wide.
I watched as he dropped the hand from my throat, trailing it all the way down to my shirt and used a thumb to reveal more cleavage than before, yanking the fabric all the way down until my breasts popped out of my shirt.
I wasn't wearing a bra so my tits were on display, making me feel slightly self-conscious especially with the way his intense gaze were locked on them.
I could feel my face heating up with pure embarrassment. His thumb brushed over my nipple, slightly and slowly and he watched my body's response.
"Such a pretty angel, aren't you?" He cooed in his raspy voice making me feel all gooey inside like melted butter. Hot open-mouthed kisses at my throat and neck, calloused hands palming my breast, and his hard cock at my stomach.
He pulled out of my jeans, maintaining eye contact with me as he sucked and licked his fingers clean. Oh my fucking gosh. "Let me taste you. It's all I've been thinking it constantly."
"I—" I stammered at a loss for words, wanting to automatically refuse his request because I'd never been used to it. "I—I've never—You want to?"
He bit down on my bottom lip and his gaze went soft and devastatingly possessive.
My chest was tight and filled with an unknown warm feeling "Trust me, I want to." And with those simple words, I was so hot and needy for him, I didn't even care anymore if I wasn't used to having men going down on me.
My legs fell shamelessly open and wide to him and he lifted me with a large hand on my ass, placing me to sit on the desk.
"Angel. Tell me you want this. I need to hear it. No regrets," he rasped in that low, soft voice of his.
I watched as he towered tall over me, reminding me how much bigger and taller he was than me. He pulled his button-up shirt out of his slacks before undoing his belt with a click.
