Force Me - Asking For It by Marteeka Karland, Shara Azod Page B

fervently with complete devotion. She was close—he could feel it. And he was about to lose his own head. Both of them.
     
    “What are you doing to me?”  The groan was a sensual caress, wrapping around his dick and demanding he take her. He just couldn’t hold out any longer.
     
    “Making you feel good,” he groaned right back, switching breasts. Suddenly he was inordinately jealous of the sandy horse he’d built just to watch her ride. He wanted to be between her spread thighs; he wanted to be what caused her to moan. What a naughty girl for making him want her so badly, so deeply he was casting off his long-held belief in single life. He'd known once he took her it would be forever; suddenly he just couldn't be moved to care. Grasping her around the waist, he lifted her off the horse. It was well past time he made Trina his.
     
    Normally, he'd have preferred a bed, but damned if he could wait long enough to get her home. Besides, escorting her out of the office with her hands behind her back and her breasts exposed was so not going to happen. With an impatience he'd never felt in his life, Micaiah practically dragged her to his desk. One quick swipe of his hand and the contents of his desk scattered across the floor with a thud. He bent Trina forward, forcing her head to the hard wood until her cheek lay against it.
     
    Micaiah stepped back, trying to allow himself to calm down. He wanted her with a passion that bordered on insanity! But if he took her like this—all need and no finesse—she'd likely resent him instead of embracing him.
     
    "Do you have any idea how many possibilities that position affords? I'm so fucking hard thinking about all the wonderfully kinky things I can do to your body, I'm about to explode."
     
    Instead of answering him, she looked back at him, her eyes dark with need, her cheek never leaving the desk. She pursed her jeans-clad bottom upward invitingly. A little whimper escaped her and Micaiah was a goner.
     
    Reaching for her, he undid her pants and jerked them down to her ankles. It was impossible not to caress all that dark chocolate skin on the way back up. Silky smooth, her legs seemed to go on forever. How could such a petite woman have such fucking long legs! The only thing keeping him from the ultimate treasure was a tiny scrap of red lace snuggled between her cheeks and covering her cunt. Moisture glistened through the fabric, evidence he'd succeeded in arousing her.
     
    He started to slide them down her legs too, but that would mean he'd have to take time to remove her shoes and jeans, and he didn't have time for that. No way she was keeping those panties. Oh no. Those were his. With a sharp tug at the waist band, he simply tore the flimsy garment from her body and pocketed them. Her musky scent grew stronger, and he watched one drop of glistening moisture drip from her cunt to the inside of one thigh.
     
    With a groan, Micaiah dove for that drop as it trickled its way down. He swiped his tongue up her leg straight to her pussy. This time, there was no whimpering. She let loose a full-out scream. Micaiah had time to wonder if any of the office staff heard them, but he couldn't really process why that was a bad thing. The whole office would know she belonged to him.
     
    Lord, he could spend days drinking her! She was addictive. He’d known she would be. One taste would never be enough. With a growl, he stabbed his tongue into her opening, swatting her ass as he did. She squealed again, bucking against his mouth. So he swatted her again. This time, she met his slap with her bottom. The sound of flesh slapping flesh was the biggest aphrodisiac he'd ever encountered. Correction. Not just the sound of flesh on flesh, but of Micaiah on Trina. There was no other woman who could ever compare to her.
     
    He stood reluctantly. As much as he wanted to continue to feast, he needed inside her. Now. Yesterday ! His cock was hard enough to drive nails. It wouldn't take much to