52__Hormones
“I can help you, Marc. Let me.”
He was nearly panting, looking at her from across the room like he was actively fighting the temptation of allowing it.
He couldn’t. He’d made that mistake once, he couldn’t do it again. If Arson was right about Arthur being responsible for Amelia’s disappearance at birth, there was the chance of her finding out.
Who was to say she wouldn’t hate him simply for being his father’s son?
He tried to reason it out like this but his treacherous hand wouldn’t stop stroking him and then Amelia stepped away from the door, her robe falling off one creamy shoulder.
He closed his eyes, gritting his teeth.
Marc heard her approach and knew she was behind him.
Her hand touched his shoulder, he bit his bottom lip.
Her other hand stroked down his body, sinking past his chest to reach his lap.
Finally, he opened his eyes just in time to see her fingers wrap around him.
“Fuck…” He shut his eyes again, his body tightening from the incredible explosion of sensual delight.
His own hand fell away and she firmly palmed him, giving his hard member such gentle yet maddening strokes.
His head fell back against his chair and she looked down at him, awed by his reaction to her touch. She’d never known she could feel so powerful just from pleasuring a man. She wanted to do more.
Afterall, she was the reason he’d been so frustrated.
Turning his chair to face her, she got onto her knees and looked at him.
He raised his head and looked down at her. Amelia paused, stunned once more by the mouth-watering picture he was.
His black hair was a sexy tousle from the shower, his long, dark lashes still damp as he stared at her with those drunken green eyes.
His body filled the chair, big and dominant without trying. She couldn’t believe that being here, kneeling between his parted thighs was making her feel this way.
She wanted to please him and it was enough to turn her cheeks red.
She leaned forward, releasing the wanton persona she’d developed ever since she’d subjected herself to living in constant company of Marc Aryan’s superior looks and aura.
He watched her, stunned to feel his testicles tighten just at the image before him. Her mouth reached his member and then he felt the heat of her tongue stroke his tip.
His hand gripped the arm of his chair, his jaw clenching. She did it again and he jerked, groaning.
Her mouth covered his tip and sucked.
Marc’s back muscles clenched, tightening as he struggled to control himself.
He didn’t get a chance to compose himself before she’d sunk as much of him as she could take into her mouth, pleasuring him in one of the most stimulating manners he’d ever experienced.
He was breathing uncontrollably, quietly muttering unregistered words as his hand reached for her, gripping her hair as she sucked him.
His hips rolled up to meet her mouth, his eyes engraining the image into his brain to later torment him. It felt so good, he couldn’t care about later. Her other hand lay against his thigh and even that was enough to heighten his pleasure.
He had to stop this, it was going too far and he was giving her far too much control over him. He’d never done that with anyone, why did he keep doing it with Amelia?
Her tongue swirled over his tip and Marc swore, gently pushing her back as his chest shook with ragged breaths.
She moved back and looked up at him. Her lips were moist and pink, her eyes wide with that deceptive innocence of hers. Her robe was on the floor and the night gown she wore had slipped off one shoulder, leaving more than half her breasts exposed to his eyes. This image: her kneeling between his thighs this way, it would torment him forever.
Why did she tempt him so much?
“I think…” He swallowed hard. “I’ll do it myself.”
She tilted her head, the seductive fox he’d seen the other night making an appearance. “Oh. Why?” She stood, gripping the arms of his chair as she slowly leaned over until their faces were inches apart. “Doesn’t it feel good?”
He nearly combusted there and then. He was so utterly seduced by her, he needed to get back in control.
“It does,” he said. “I just need to control the situation. I told you I refuse to allow myself to be controlled by horm—”
She lifted a short strip of condoms out of the pocket of her gown.
Marc trailed off, staring at the shiny squares. His throat dried.
Instantly, images filled his head. Him bending her over the table and taking her from behind, sinking himself so deep inside her that neither of them could think straight any longer.
His gaze grew deeper, heavier, and more intense.
Her boldness seemed to momentarily shrivel at his stare and she lowered her gaze. “I… uhm—”
Marc shot to his feet, dragging her against him so he could kiss her lips as he’d been craving to do. Her response was immediate, her hands gripping his arms and her head tilting back for better access.
He found it so attractive the way she boldly showed him her desire.
Even though it made him struggle with his self-control, it was still so incredibly sexy when she openly teased him and tempted him. She knew what she was doing to him and she was enjoying it. That was *so* sexy.
He snatched the condoms and ripped one away with his teeth, spinning her around and pressing her onto the table.
She gasped and he wasn’t sure if it was shock or excitement. He couldn’t see her face.
He easily sheathed himself and flipped up her silky gown, gathering it around her waist so her ass was exposed to his gaze.
He grew harder, aching badly as he stared hungrily at the tiny lace thong she wore. Barely thinking his actions through, he reached out and palmed a cheek, stroking it. Reaching back, he landed a slap against her ass. She made a sound, a low, throaty sound that surprised him.
“This was what you wanted?” he whispered. “You like getting spanked?”
She shivered, his words further arousing her.
Amelia couldn’t speak if he’d paid her, the throbbing between her thighs was so heavy, she couldn’t think about anything else.
Holding her hips, he jerked her against him and ground himself against her. The silky wetness there made him slide against her and the feeling was incredible.
His control withered and Marc yanked down her panties, getting rid of them when they limited how far he could spread her legs.
When they were gone, he stroked one hand up her back, gripping her gown as he slowly entered her.
Her broken pants filled the office, her back arching towards him as her fingers curled against his table. He was even bigger than she remembered and she felt her body melt from pleasure.
Her knees buckled and Marc gripped her hips against him, gritting his teeth as he finally fully filled her, her soft butt pressing against him.
His eyes were closed, the sound of her impatient mewling only making him want to torment her even more.
He hadn’t imagined doing this today, he’d thought of nothing but controlling himself, but none of that entered his head now.
Seductively and with agonizing patience, he drove into her, pulling out like he planned to drive her mad.
His palm flattened on the table beside her clenched hand and his head fell back, hard pants parting his mouth as he slowly, deliberately fucked her.
“Marc…” She could barely breathe.
His own body was growing as impatient as hers. He wanted to pound into her, but how addictive was the drawn-out torment of this slow love making. He was destroying them both, but he couldn’t stop. It just felt so fucking good.
“Marc!” she complained, her hands and elbows holding her up as she hung on desperately.
She sounded cross and he was suddenly insane enough to laugh, a raspy chuckle coming out of his mouth. “What is it, darling?”
Amelia bit her lip. He was so mean. “Please, don’t… don’t make me beg…”
The thought of it was so arousing, he sped up without realizing. “Would you?” he questioned chillingly. “Would you beg me, Amelia? Could you want my cock so bad, you’d beg?”
He yanked her up so he could wrap an arm around her, his lips caressing her temple as he finally drove faster into her.
“So impatient,” he whispered through clenched teeth. “So bad…”
His hand closed around her breast, fingers moving rapidly to tease her nipple through the silk of her gown. The feeling shot straight to her clit and Amelia moaned, feeling herself tighten around him.
He teased her further, enjoying the movement of her breasts in his palms. He yanked at the neckline of her gown and groaned in satisfaction when her breasts spilled out.
She was biting tightly on her lip to hold back the lewd sounds her body made her make, but it wasn’t enough to control her mouth when she looked down and watched her own breasts move as he palmed them.
There was something so incredibly dirty about watching it, she couldn’t look away. He pinched and rolled her nipples between his fingers and she watched him do it, growing wetter from the sight of it.
His relentless fucking coupled with the way he played with her breasts had her completely out of her sanity, her mouth gasping as she felt her body tighten with the hardest climax she’d ever felt.
It ripped through her body and shattered her with a scream, lasting far longer than she’d ever experienced.
He didn’t stop fucking her or playing with her breasts and it left her body highly sensitive, tingling from the deliriously heady orgasm he was giving her.
Marc’s body clenched and he came, his head falling forward as he wrapped her tightly against him. His hands gripped her body as the climax washed over him, finally feeding that hunger that had been tormenting him all day.
It felt unbelievably good. Even better than he remembered. He didn’t know how, but he just knew it wouldn’t feel this way would anyone else. It was only Amelia. She made him feel so good.
He hugged her against him and listened to the mixed sounds of their breathing.
He’d been right about this feeling. It was addictive, it would only grow harder to ignore it now.
He felt his hunger subside, but it was so obviously momentary. He was addicted to her now.
Addicted to teasing her body and seeing her reaction, addicted to hearing her lose control, addicted to this feeling he got when their bodies were joined.
He’d want to do this again. Besides his addiction to her, Marc now had a thought planted in his head by her earlier words. His mouth curved as he pressed a kiss to her temple, a wicked smile revealing his devious plans. Why had she put that idea into his head?
Now he wanted to experience it at least once. Hearing Amelia beg for him.