Twisted-Games

soaked.” His tone returned to the hard, commanding one I was used to. “Bend
over and lift your skirt.”
I obeyed, the prospect of having him inside me soon making my fingers
shake as I bent over the desk and yanked my skirt over my hips.
“Take off your underwear.”
I slipped my hand into the waistband of my panties and shimmied them
down until they pooled around my ankles.
Heat rose on my cheeks when I realized Rhys now had an unimpeded
view of my vibrator and the mess it’d left behind—my panties completely
drenched, my thighs slick with my juices.
Still, I was turned on enough to brush past my embarrassment.
I gripped the edge of the desk, my body taut with anticipation, but there
was only silence. No words, no touch.
I twisted my head in confusion.
Rhys stood behind me, his eyes ravenous as he soaked me in. Between his
hungry stare and my current position, I felt like a sacrificial lamb waiting for
a lion to pounce and devour me.
“Spread your legs wider. Let me see that pretty pussy dripping for me.”
Heat scalded me from head to toe, but I did as he asked.
“So beautiful.” He palmed my ass with both hands and squeezed. “What
would the good citizens of Eldorra say if they could see you now, hmm?
Their prim and proper princess bent over and spread wide, waiting for a hard
cock to fuck her.”
Was it possible to come from words alone? Because I was this close to
doing so.
“Not just any cock,” I panted. “Yours. Now are you going to keep talking,
or are you actually going to fuck me?”
Rhys laughed. He made quick work of his belt and pants, and my mouth
dried. I would never get over how huge he was. Thick, long, and hard, the
head already dripping pre-cum.
“That’s right.” He pulled the vibrator out and positioned the tip of his
cock at my entrance. “Mine. Only mine. And don’t you forget it, princess.”
He drove into me with one deep thrust, and my initial yelp turned into a
series of whimpering moans as he pounded me from behind. They mingled
with his grunts, the creaking of the desk as it shook beneath the force of his
fucking, and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. A delicious, filthy
symphony that muddled my thoughts until all I could focus on was the feel of