Chapter 259: CHAPTER 259

My hands shook a little as I did what he asked. He sliced the leather material in two, the sound heightening a need that was growing in my body.

He licked his lips as air kissed my thighs and then he pulled out the panties and cut that in two as well.

Then he raised my legs up and dug in, like he was having the best breakfast meal on the menu.

He didn’t tease; he wasn't doing this for me, but for his hungry throat.

He licked me like he was trying to pull every bit of tension out of my body. His tongue was flat and hot, dragging slowly and deliberately from my entrance up to my clit before he sucked on it, hard. I gasped, one hand flying to his hair while the other gripped the edge of the desk so tight my knuckles turned white.

“Fuck— Draco—”

He hummed against me like he was enjoying the taste, the vibration shooting straight through my core. His tongue went in deeper, licking my pussy's sign of enjoyment.

His hand left one of my legs and it hung loosely around his shoulder.

Two thick fingers slid inside me without warning, curling deep as his tongue kept working my clit in steady, relentless strokes. My thighs started shaking almost immediately.

He knew exactly how to touch me, exactly how much pressure to use, exactly when to slow down and when to speed up.

It was almost unfair.

And impossible to process.

My hips started moving on their own, grinding against his face as a heavy orgasm built fast and sharp in my lower belly. He didn’t let up. If anything, he doubled down, sucking harder while his fingers fucked into me at a steady pace.

I came with a choked moan, my whole body locking up as pleasure crashed through me. My legs clamped around his head and I had to bite my lip hard to keep from screaming. But the moans filled the office, over and over again.

Draco still didn’t stop.

He kept licking me through it, fingers still moving, dragging every last wave out of me until I was whimpering and trying to push his head away.

When he finally pulled back, his mouth was shiny and his eyes were dark with something that looked a lot like satisfaction mixed with hunger.

"Draco..." I whispered, my eyes watering a bit.

This man is amazing, perfect, caring and everything I could ever ask for.

Why can't I keep them all?

I don't want to let go, I don't want to accept any reality that doesn't include the three of them.

“Your mood is still not to my satisfaction,” he said, standing up. He grabbed my waist and flipped me over so fast the world tilted for a second. My chest hit the desk, papers scattering everywhere.

My sad thoughts followed them out of my head, intense lust slamming into me.

He knows I like this roughness in him and he never fails to deliver.

He yanked my leggings and panties the rest of the way down my legs and kicked them aside.

I heard the sound of his belt and zipper, and then the blunt head of his cock was pressing against me.

He rubbed it gently against my pussy lips, nearly making me beg.

And suddenly, he slammed into me in one deep thrust, burying himself to the hilt.

"Draco!" I cried out, the stretch burning in the best way.

My hands scrambled for purchase on the desk as he started fucking me hard and fast, no warm-up, no mercy. Every thrust knocked the air out of my lungs and pushed me forward on the wood.

"You like that, mama? Does my cock make you happy?"

"Yes! Fuck yes Draco, just like that!"

"That's my girl, take this cock, milk my cock you greedy girl!"

I couldn’t answer. Every word he said was punctuated by another brutal thrust that made my eyes roll back. My body was still sensitive from his mouth and now he was hitting that spot inside me over and over, the one that made my legs shake.

He fucked me like he was trying to remind me who I belonged to. Like he was angry and worried and turned on all at the same time.

When I came again, it was sudden and messy. My whole body seized up and I sobbed his name into the desk as I clenched around him. Draco didn’t slow down. He kept fucking me through it, chasing his own release with rough, deep strokes until he finally buried himself deep and came with a low groan.

For a few seconds, the only sound in the office was our heavy breathing.

Draco pulled out slowly and turned me around again. He lifted me back onto the desk so I was facing him. My legs were shaky and my head felt fuzzy in the best way. I was smiling without even realising it.

He tucked himself back into his pants and helped me fix my clothes, surprisingly gentle after how rough he’d just been. His thumb brushed across my bottom lip as he studied my face.

“Yes,” he said, voice softer now. “That’s more like it.”

I let out a weak laugh, still trying to catch my breath.

He brushed some hair out of my face, his expression unreadable for a second.

“Now,” he said, “do you want to sleep or train?”

I didn’t even have to think about it, I was still determined to force my body to adapt to this weapon that's buried inside me.

“Train.”

Draco sighed, but there was a small, fond smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“Of course you do.” He grabbed his jacket from the back of his chair and threw it over my shoulders. “Come on then. I’ll take you home first so you can change. You’re not training in these ripped clothes.”

"And whose fault is that?"

"Hush, you liked it."

I laughed as he led me out of the office, his hand resting on the small of my back the whole way. My body was sore in all the right places, instead of the burn from training too much.

Although that would soon change.

Whatever Draco does, he does it exceptionally well.

He walked me back to the house in comfortable silence. When we got to the door, he stopped and looked at me for a long second.

“Go change,” he murmured. “I’ll be waiting.”

I nodded and slipped inside, Zade smelled Draco's cum in me as I walked past and he winked

d at me, making me blush.

When I got out, in cleaner clothes, the three of them were waiting for me.