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“Yes, please. I’ll be good.”
Fuck. My dick leaks at the tip. The desire and tension are so good. This wanting, needing feeling is so exhilarating, but it’s so much stronger than normal.
“I know you’ll be good, Miss Green. You’re always so good.” With that, I slip my middle finger inside her, and it seems like we both stop breathing. Sadie lets out a guttural groan as I focus on the tight, wet heat I’m plunging into.
Pulling out to the tip, I thrust my finger back inside her, savoring the way her body reacts. Muscles in her back strain as her pussy tightens around me.
It feels so incredibly invasive and filthy, but I can’t stop. I fuck her with my middle finger before adding a second, moving faster now.
“Please don’t stop,” she groans.
My hand pulses quickly, slamming into her and waiting for the moment when her pleasure detonates.
“You belong to me. My little devil. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes,” she whines, her voice strained and breathless.
“You will not see him, talk to him, or let him touch you without my permission. Do you understand?” I thrust harder until she’s on her tiptoes, her knees buckling as she struggles with the sensation.
“I understand,” she murmurs.
“Now I want you to be a good girl and come for me, Miss Green.”
Her groan is loud and throaty. When she tries to slip her own hand down to her clit, I bat it away.
“Mine,” I growl as I find her clit with my free hand and rub it fiercely while still plunging into her cunt.
The combination makes her come undone. With a desperate scream, her body tenses and her legs tremble. I can feel the thrumming pulse of her cunt as she comes, and I keep up the motion of my hand so she can ride it out.
She quivers for so long that I start to wonder if her climax will ever end. My dick is the hardest it’s ever been, throbbing painfully as I resist the urge to stroke it.
Before I pull out of her pussy, Sadie turns her head and stares up at me. Looking into each other’s eyes, we face this new line we’ve crossed together.
I wonder if she feels the same remorse I do, and not because I regret touching her. I loved it more than she’ll ever know. But because I was supposed to be pulling myself away, and I think I just dug myself in deeper. How am I going to push her away now?
My fingers are soaked when I pull them away, and I never want to wash them clean. I want to wear her scent like cologne so everyone knows she’s mine.
Pulling up her pants, I help her to stand and look into her eyes for a sign of any distress. But there isn’t any. In fact, she looks at peace.
Her angelic green eyes gaze up at me. I want to touch her face, tuck her hair behind her ear, and pull her into my arms. But I’ve crossed one line already today, so I don’t need to cross another one.
“Go to bed, Miss Green.”
With a defeated look in her eyes, she hesitates. For a moment, I expect her to argue or ask me to join her. But with a sigh, she finally relents. Pressing her lips together, she nods.
“Thank you for coming to get me tonight.”
I touch her under her chin and lift her face toward mine. “I meant what I said. Don’t call him again.”
“I won’t.”
“Good girl.”
With that, she smiles and turns toward her room. I don’t move from my spot until her door closes. Then I stare at the couch before running my hand through my hair in exasperation.
This is getting out of hand. I just want to think clearly, but with Sadie, it’s like I can’t do that. Nothing makes sense, and I find myself acting more on impulse than critical thinking. If I’m not careful, she’s going to fuck up so much more than my job.
When I eventually make it to my bedroom, my body is still strung tight. I tear off my clothes like they’re suddenly strangling me. Instead of folding them neatly or putting them in the laundry basket, I’m tossing them on the floor, burning up.
