Chapter 96 Before We Go To Bed

Chapter 96 Before We Go To Bed
He withdrew his fingers from my drenched core and slowly licked them clean while looking into my eyes.
I reached for Zephyr, running out of patience. If I didn't feel him inside me soon, I'd lose my mind or something worse.
He caught my wrist and brought my hand to his mouth, sucking on my fingers.
"You gave me fifteen minutes, Wildflower," he said roughly. "Now be a good girl and take everything I give you."

I nodded eagerly.
"Turn over." He commanded.
I obeyed without question, sliding down and turning, planting my hands on the table for support.
Zephyr's hardness pressed against my ass, a delicious feeling I could never get tired of enjoying.
Soon, I heard the sound of his belt being undone, followed by the thud of his pants dropping to the floor.

Next, his hands held my waist and adjusted it to arch a little, before grabbing my nightgown and bunching it around my waist.
The fabric gathered easily in his large fists, baring me completely to him.
"You're so fucking perfect," he said, rubbing my clit. 
I almost came on the spot, if not that his fingers left there to fuck my hole again. 
"Mmm, you're still so wet," he said in a pleased tone, taking my earlobe in his mouth. "Good girl."
Another moan slipped past my lips as I pushed back into his touch, aching for him to fill me up with his heavy cock.
I was so soaked, it was getting downright uncomfortable. 

My fingers grabbed the edge of the table, nearly turning white from the pressure. 
Zephyr slid the tip of his cock between my folds, teasing me, and once again, I pressed back harder, greedy for more.
"Zeph…" I spoke with need. 
"Patience, baby." He said in my ear. "Patience" 
As the head of his cock nudged against my entrance, slowly pushing inside me, I held my breath, feeling my body adjust to his size, to the thick, veiny fullness of him.

Zephyr swore under his breath as he sank all the way in, burying himself completely in my heat.
"Fuck, baby", he groaned, stilling briefly to enjoy the moment. "You always feel so damn good."
Then he pulled back a little and thrust forward hard, rendering me speechless. If not for my hands supporting me, I'd have crashed into the table. 
"Oh …my…" I squeaked, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as the pleasure came over me in waves. 

Zephyr's fingers dug into the skin on my waist, guiding the fast pace at which he fucked me. 
Then he paused for a moment, only to adjust my position, pulling my hips back while pressing my upper body flat against the table.
The change in angle sent a new burst of sensation through me as he thrust back in, deeper this time… so deep it had me crying like a child, but in pleasure.
"Yeah, take it, baby, " he followed the statement with a slap to my ass. "Take daddy's cock"
He reached for my hair, wrapping it around his hand before pulling it back. I arched off the table, my torso rising as I supported myself on my elbows, my head tilted back for him.

"You're doing good, baby girl," he growled, slamming into me again.
I let out a needy sound, my legs starting to feel weak and useless. 
"Always so… damn…tight for me." his voice was nearly guttural. "Fuck."
The pull on my hair ached at the roots, but somehow, it only heightened the pleasure of the moment.
I was being taken, so carnally, right here in his study, bent over his desk. 

Zephyr's other hand left my waist to reach under me, his fingers finding my already sensitive clit and rubbing it vigorously while he fucked me from behind.
I let out an internal scream, nearly dying from overstimulation as I came hard around him. My legs gave out under me, but Zephyr caught me, lifting me onto the desk and laying me flat on my back. I was still spread open, shaking from my orgasm, when he dragged me to the edge and pushed into me again, before I had a chance to recover.

A sharp cry escaped my lips, only to be stifled by his palm clamping over my mouth.
"Shhh," he whispered evilly. "We wouldn't want to wake Athena or Troy, would we?"
Ever since the break-in, he'd had Troy move into the room next to Athena's, for security. But now, here he was, fucking me senseless just feet away.
His study was on the second floor—the same floor as Athena's and Troy's bedrooms. Our main bedroom was on the first floor, a level below. But apparently, none of that mattered right now.

At least, not when he had me laid out on his desk, fucking me like the world outside his office didn't exist.
He threw my legs over his shoulders and continued to pound me while I lay there, slutted out, taking it. 
I was high on a pleasure so great, I didn't care that I was about to scream again. 
Zephyr's shirt was still on; the top buttons, where his tie was supposed to be, were undone. His sleeves were still rolled up, the veins prominent on his forearms as he held my ankle. His hair was even messier than before, and that sight of him—still half dressed, dominant as fuck—was so wickedly sexy, it rid me of whatever little breath I had left.

My head thrashed from side to side, my fingers scrambling for something to hold onto on both sides of the desk as the second orgasm crept up on me fast, and impossible to stop.
The buildup was so intense and so unbearable, I tried to push Zephyr away, terrified I might shatter from the pleasure if he kept fucking me like that.
But he caught my hands, holding them over my stomach.
A desperate squeak found its way out of my throat as my hips bucked helplessly beneath him.

"It's alright, Wildflower," he encouraged in that deep voice of his. "I got you. Now come for me. Again."
All it took was his one command.
I exploded so hard it was more intense than the first… dizzying, all-consuming.
My mouth fell open in a scream no one could hear, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. 
Zephyr wasn't far behind, groaning deeply as he spilled into me, holding my ankles as he pulsed inside.

We stayed like that for a moment, still connected and breathless.
Then, gently, after adjusting himself, I heard the sound of his drawer sliding open. I was too weak to move, my body still vibrating from release.
He started to clean me up. Of course, he had tissues stashed away… he always came prepared.
I felt him clean me up with care, still too spent to move.
After he was done, he then smoothed my nightgown back into place before lifting me into his arms.

He kissed my forehead affectionately, but I could feel the grin on his lips as he moved us toward the door.
"Now," he said, sounding satisfied, "we can go to bed."