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enter me. “Jag,” his name was a mumbled curse against knotted silk as he drew out my torture by entering me one tiny fraction of an inch at a time.
    Jag pressed his chest against my back and placed his mouth against my ear. “Such a greedy ass you’ve got, Bones.” He laid his hands on top of mine just like he did the first time he claimed my ass and then he drove in deep; in one hard thrust.
    I screamed his name behind my impromptu gag as black dots danced in my vision because the pleasure was just that intense. Jag kept his thrusts slow and steady at first and allowed me to adjust to his girth, but then the intensity increased until I heard the slap of his pelvis against my upturned ass. I wished I could see the way his hips looked as he powered in and out of me. I found myself longing for a mirror or some way to watch us, because I knew that Jag taking his pleasure from me, and giving me mine in return, would be the sexiest thing I ever saw.
    “Don’t move,” he whispered hungrily in my ear. He lifted his weight off of me until he stood behind me with his hands on my hips. “I need to watch your ass take me in deep, Bones.” It felt like he was trying to memorize every sensation just like I was doing beneath him.
    I resented the gag suddenly, wishing I could tell him how hungrily I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted to beg him, but I wasn’t sure what I was begging for. I wanted to shout his name and let him know how much he turned me inside out.
    He held my hips in his strong hands, hard enough to bruise, and pounded into me. The sound of flesh smacking together echoed around my office and I was certain I’d hear the echoes long afterwards, like a ghost. Jag moved one hand and pressed down between my shoulder blades, as if he feared I might try to escape, but there was no chance of that.
    I saw sweat drip from my forehead and splash onto my desk as Jag dialed up his fucking to a level I hadn’t known existed. It was beyond feral or animalistic, it was almost as if he was exercising some sort of demon and using my body to do it. The pleasure was too intense for me to complain.
    Suddenly, Jag stilled with his dick buried inside me. “I want you to ride me while I sit in your chair, Bones. I’ll give you more memories to make you wiggle in your seat.” Jag pulled me up so that I stood in front of him with his dick still lodged in my body and took a few steps back until he fell back into my office chair, pulling me down on top of him. “Too bad you don’t have a hat to wear while you ride me, Bones.”
    Jag’s hands left my hips and slid up my torso, pulling my shirt along with them. I began fucking myself on his hard rod while he pinched my nipples. The sound of my cock bouncing and slapping against my stomach spurred me on even more. I was so close to coming, but I didn’t want it to end. Jag’s fingernails rasped over my turgid nipples and sent me flying over the edge. He grabbed my hips and began slamming me onto his shaft once I began to slow my rhythm as my orgasm flooded my system and I came in a wide arc that landed on my desk and floor in front of me.
    “Jesus, you get so tight when you come that it almost hurts,” Jag growled between his teeth.
    I was so exhausted I could do nothing but lie back against his chest while he fucked into me as he chased his own orgasm. Voices outside my door didn’t even cause me to stir, because I just couldn’t give two fucks who might come through that door. Jag was just that damn good. Even better was the way he bit into my shoulder to keep from roaring as he flooded the condom inside me.
    He thrust up into me twice more before he wrapped his arms around me and held me tight against him. He leaned his head so that his temple was pressed against the side of my sweaty neck. He pulled the tie out of my mouth and turned my head for a wet kiss. I hadn’t realized just how much I missed his lips during sex until then. He kissed me until our lung and heart function