“But you have them!” My voice is high, even to my own ears, a stupid lump in my throat. All the girls before me. All the girls that weren’t me and should have been.
I hate it and the tears clouding my vision.
He heaves a deep sigh, his pace slowing, and his fingers release their death grip. Instead of letting go, letting me get away from him, his thumb begins to caress along my inner thigh.
Small, teasing circles that make my clit twitch in anticipation each time he swipes millimeters from my panties.
“I need you, the girl I love, right here, right now. No one’s going to stop me. Not even you.”
“So, I’m the fuckdoll this time?”
“No, you’re the woman I want to do dirty things with over and over and over until the end of time. And right now, I can’t wait. Not even another fucking second.”
The fight in me dissipates. What he said turns all my resistance off, leaving me relaxed, pliant. Words I’ve always wanted to hear strung together in sentences that make me relent.
I use him, but he wants me. Not just to get off. Somehow, I finally get it—he really does want me for more than a fuck. He wants more than sex, even when I can’t give that to him.
“Okay.”
He caresses my thigh, almost in praise for giving in, and turns his head to kiss my hip. The pace picks back up and he slams open another door, kicking it shut with his foot. The world spins again as he flips me back over and onto a small table in what looks like the break room.
His eyes are dark, heavy with the lust that drove him to search me out. The black frames surrounding them only accentuating it all.
“What happened to your contacts?” I ask.
He reaches up to remove them. “Ran out, waiting for new ones.”
I shoot my hand out to stop him. “Leave them on.”
He gives me a smirk and a nod before grabbing onto my thighs and dragging me closer. We’re inches apart, so close I begin shaking in anticipation.
“So fucking demanding.”
“Me?” Seriously? My eyes narrow. “You’re the one that stormed in here and—uhn!”
His lips are on mine, the force bending me backwards as I arch up. There’s a soul-sucking desire that breaks every defense down until my body is molded to his, arms around his shoulders pulling him closer.
Needing him closer.
My teeth scrape against his bottom lip, biting it as he rocks against me.
“Baby, I need inside you so badly. Need to come. Fucking fill you with me.”
“Fuck!” I hiss out.
He needs to shut that dirty mouth up or I’ll come before he’s even inside me.
Reaching between us, mouth still on mine, I hear the zipper a split second before the hot head of his cock hits my *. He pushes my panties to the side and shoves his cock in.
My eyes pop open, meeting his, then pleasure, lightning filled shudders move through me. His hips don’t even pause, pumping, pushing him deeper until there’s nothing keeping him from bottoming out with each stroke.
Everything happens so fast that all I can do is hang on and take all the pleasure he’s forcing on me.
And I love it.
I’m beginning to doubt there is anyone else who can ever make me feel this good. Nothing is better than this. Forceful, possessive, taking and giving. High off the pleasure from being loved and wanted so much that he can’t stop himself from devouring me with a level of passion I never believed existed.
Each *-stretching thrust only makes me greedy for more. Every time he pulls out, I practically drag him back in.
The table below me screeches each time he slams into me, scratching its way across the floor. My head is tucked into the crook of his neck, sucking the skin, marking him as my legs lock around his waist. Every available inch of my body is glued to his. I want to get deeper, closer.
I move down to his jaw. “Brayden.” Our mouths are open, hot and heavy breaths exchanging between our open lips.
His hips rotate, slowing the pace, more sensual, and I let out a whimpering groan.
“Kitty?”
“More. Please, baby, I need more.”
A growl reverberates from his chest into mine before he pulls me somehow closer. His arms lock around me.
Faster, harder, deeper. Each thrust wiping my mind more and more until there’s nothing but his cock filling me, burning me. My nails dig into his shoulders as he leans me down on the table. One hand grabs hold of the edge, the other still secured around my waist.
The pounding increases in force, making my eyes roll back while I fist his shirt and arch impossibly closer into him.
“Oh, fuck, baby!” I cry into his ear, one hand grabbing his hair as I lose all ability to form words. Only sounds come out as my * squeezes down on him and everything in me tenses, drawing muscles tight, contorting my body.
Then everything breaks, causing me to shake beneath him as my * pulses and floods around him.
He’s cursing above me, but it’s lost as my brain is blasted of all thought. Just the pleasurable agony each time he thrusts, drawing my orgasm out as he finds his.
A few strokes with me coming and they become jerky. I can feel each pulse of his cock firing off, his body convulsing from the strain.