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When I turn around, Olivia is pulling on her coat. I walk over quickly and grab her hips, pulling her against my body. She hesitates, and her body wavers in my hands as I kiss her neck. I’m willing her not to leave me alone.
“This is a mistake,” she says. “I really have to go.”
“Why is it a mistake?” I ask, watching her.
“We never talk about the past,” she says. “Why are we afraid of it?”
I let her go. “I’m not afraid of it.”
“Then tell me, why did you never come back to the lake?” Her expression is sincere, and in a flash of understanding, I realize then that they never told her. I never thought I would be the one to tell her the truth.
I shake my head as my jaw tightens. “I can’t talk about it now. Later, but not now.”
Olivia glares, unsatisfied with excuses. She tries to walk past me, but I slip my arm around her hips. Her jeans are made of stretchy fabric, and it isn’t difficult to slip my hand back into her waistband. My fingers stop between her thighs, stroking the wetness on her skin. I run my finger along her folds until it slides into her slit. She moans and leans heavily against my shoulder.
“I promise we’ll talk,” I whisper, “but I want you first.”
Leaning against a table, she parts her thighs, allowing me to explore. She hisses as her hands fist my t-shirt, and then her other hand lowers on top of my bulge. When I remove my hand, her eyes fly open. I clutch her chin, her juices shining on my fingers are now smeared on her face.
Olivia stands motionless and doesn’t try to leave again. I grab her by the wrist, and she stumbles behind my quick steps into Norris' office. I turn on a floor lamp that casts a weak circle of light across the floor. Of course, the office is a mess, except for the large wooden desk in the center of the room where he pays his invoices. Doubt clouds Olivia’s expression as she stares at the broad surface.
I lean against the door with my hand on the doorknob, and it’s too late. She's here with me, and I plan to takeher.
Olivia steps forward and then stares over at the clean desk. “I really should go,” she mumbles, watching my fingers turn the lock. Does she expect me to agree?
I pull my t-shirt off over my head and allow her eyes to take me in. Then I undo my jeans and push them off onto the floor. Her curious eyes follow the definition of my muscles from head to toe. Instantly, my mind recalls when we were just kids, and she’d ask me to show it to her. Just once, she would plead. And I did as she asked, not knowing the trouble it would lead to.
Swallowing hard, Olivia stares openly at my erection, solid and shining at the tip.
I reach out, unlock the door, and swing it open. “You better know what you want, Olivia. Next time, I won’t stop. I won’t back down. I’ll take what I deserve.”
Gradually, Olivia walks over and pushes the door shut. She leans her body against the door as if to keep me in and waits. She’s giving in to me.
“Take off your clothes,” I tell her. “Everything.”
Silently, she obeys and starts with her coat. Slowly, Olivia reveals her body, as another piece of clothing falls to the floor. She crosses her arms over her bare breasts, and all that’s left are her pink lace panties, stretching over her curvy hips. I lean against the desk, and my eyes devour her naked body until my cock starts to ache.
I reach out and hook my fingers in the sides, slowly pulling them down as if I’m gifting myself a present. She’s not the little girl I once spent my summers with. Olivia has become a beautiful woman with delicious curves covered with flawless, smooth skin. With a sweep of my arm, the pens and the papers on top of the desk clatter to the floor. An old coffee mug somehow stays intact as it rolls once until its handle stops it.
I cross my arms and wait for her to come to me. Olivia hesitates as if standing her ground is all she has left, but I’ve broken her without force. Her mind may know it’s a bad idea, but her body can’t resist being bad.
Olivia walks over to the desk and reaches for me. She wraps her delicate fingers around all my inches, stroking me slowly. Her fingers trail along the stretched skin. Her hands start to move faster, spreading pre-cum around the tip. I suck in air and grip her wrists, stopping her, and she looks up in surprise.
“I want to cum in you,” I growl.
There are moments when Olivia still looks innocent, the way I remembered her. I refuse to look into her big eyes, or she’ll own me again. Roughly, I spin her around and open the bottom drawer. There's a box of condoms there, just in case. I never asked why, and right now, I don't care as I tear open a packet.
With one hand, I hold her down by the waist, and she’s so soaked the insides of her thighs glisten. My tip presses against her swollen slit, and I hiss loudly as I slip inside. She’s so tight, so hot. Roughly, I grab her ass and began to thrust in deeper. Her mouth drops open as she clings onto the edge of the desk while I watch her eager reflection in the mirrors on the wall.
My greedy hands seize her breasts, and I squeeze her nipples between my fingers until she shouts. Grunting with each thrust, I pound into her like I’m crazed and driven. I’ve waited too long to have Olivia, and my control slips away, submitting to ecstasy.
I press my hand against the small of her back, intending to use her. And Olivia moves her hips slamming against each thrust as she keeps pace. She starts to whimper as my fingers reach between our legs. Her moans become louder as my fingertips circle her swollen clit. I stroke, kiss, and lick whatever I can reach, making her body tense and jerk until she shouts then collapses into a sweaty mess.
Focusing on her face in the mirror, I slow down until she looks up. Her hazy gaze locks on mine, and a grin spreads over her face as if she owns me. I thrust strong to prove that I ownher. I place my mouth against her shoulder and take a nip to teach her a lesson. Her mouth opens wider with each gasp as she tries to catch her breath.
“I want you,” she shouts. “I’ve always wanted you in me.”
Gently, I stroke the curve of her back, and terrible thoughts play against the edges of my mind. I think back on how she hurt me and how I got used. I haven’t heard her beg yet.
