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He chuckles. “Really? Rose is an anorexic druggie and Jake a toxic control freak. How was the bullying before I came, ‘Me? You all hate me so much, but Jake would have never been a hero to you if I hadn’t turned out to be such a villain. And now that he’s not the savior of your story anymore, look where you are. Right back into my arms.”
It’s hard to hear the truth, isn’t it?
“Oh, Jamie. Jake isfucked up,don’t you get that? He’s my brother, I know him by heart. You think it’s just a breakup. It’s not. He won’t date you, that’s for sure. And he won’t love you. But hewillkeep toying with you. That’s what he does. And you’re just such a willing toy. Why do you make this so easy on him?”
While I open and close my mouth to find something to retort, he wraps his hands around each of my thighs, slowly going up until they get caught in my dress. He doesn’t stop, pulling the hem of my dress up at the same time. I can’t look at him, so I look at his hands. Up and up…and up…
When he reaches the apex of my thighs, they automatically tense, trying to shut. He keeps my legs firmly spread and squeezes hard. The gesture alone makes me gasp.
“Nathan…”
“Ssh.” He kisses my cheek, my jaw, my throat.
One of his hands moves to my pussy, his thumb rubs my clit through my panties. I gasp but his mouth is on mine at the same time, his lips crashing on mine, his tongue ravaging mine. I kiss him back, harshly, desperately.
I kiss him…like I missed him.
He keeps rubbing me while his other hand goes to my hair, gripping it and pulling at my head until I lean back and then until my back hits the desk.
I look up just to see as he drops to his knees in front of me, taking my panties with him. They’re off the next second, just before he places my feet on the edge of the desk. Without warning, his hot mouth meets my burning core. The clash of the two makes me moan in pleasure.
His tongue is fire on my skin, ravaging everything in its wake. My clit throbs every time he abandons it for my entrance and my pussy clenches emptiness every time he passionately tortures my clit.
I’m gasping for air, tentatively grasping at paperwork as my head hits the hard desk. Stars dance in front of my eyes from sheer pleasure. The appetite this man has for me is unmeasurable.
Two fingers dip in my pussy, rubbing against my walls and making me cry in pleasure before he gets up and sticks them in my mouth. He doesn’t say anything, but I suck on them instinctively, relishing in his warmth and my arousal.
“If you would let me in, ‘Me,” he pulls his fingers out of my mouth and inserts them in my pussy again, his other hand coming to play with the hardened tips of my breasts through my dress, “if you were mine, I’d treat you like the queen you are. I would never hurt you like he did.” His fingers curl in me and I cry out so hard my voice breaks out. “I love hurting people. But not you, never you.”
He pulls his fingers out and I feel him shift. I glance at him only to realize he’s putting a condom on. This is happening, it’s really happening.
He presses his thumb against my clit in the perfect amount of pressure. It’s heavy, but not too harsh and I start rubbing myself against him, brazenly looking for release.
I feel my orgasm building up, little needles prickling all over my body, butterflies reaching out for freedom. The tension coursing through my veins is begging to snap.
“I’m going to make you come so hard, beautiful. Make sure you scream the right name when I do.”
As my orgasm unleashes in me, Nathan enters me in one violent stroke. I explode as his cock fills me, as I rub my clit against his thumb.
My broken voice reaches out of me in a high, uncontrollable moan, “Nathan!” I try to breathe, panting as he pushes into me mercilessly.
I stop rubbing against his finger and so he starts moving his thumb slowly, in complete opposite of his hip movements. I try to form words on my lips, but the only thing that comes out is a breathless, whispered, “Nathan…Na…” Thrust. Gasp. “Na…” Thrust. Moan. Deep breath. It’s like my orgasm is endless.
He slows down, taking his thumb off and putting his hands on either side of my face. He pulls me up swiftly, his slow thrusts still driving me insane. His forehead against mine, I can still see the muscles in his neck straining as he controls his body into a slow pace. His shirt is undone, his tattooed, slim body working away at me. His abs tense under the physicality of our lust.
“Na–than. Try again,” he smiles, his hot breath on my lips.
My hands reach out to his hair. I undo his bun, run my hand through it, delight in the long strands entwining with my fingers.
He thrusts harder, like a warning that he just told me to repeat his name. In this almost sitting position, every movement he makes hits against the magic spot that drives me insane. He repeats, hard, violent but slow between his strokes. My second orgasm comes out so suddenly, his name crosses my lips in a shriek. “Nathan!!”
He accelerates ferociously. As he comes, he grunts, “Fuck, ‘Me…I love you.”
He stops abruptly and kisses me so hard I fall back on the desk. He pulls out and follows, resting on me as we kiss slowly, lovingly, like none of this is wrong. Like he didn’t just admit he still loves me. Like I haven’t fucked up real bad.
I stay lying down on the desk, his head on my chest while I caress his hair. His hands on my hips, his breath against my skin. I don’t know how long we stay this way. His heartbeat against mine, the orgasm comedown, it all lulls me into a state of complete relaxation.
Until one of our phones starts ringing, startling us. He pulls away from me, grabbing a box of tissues and giving it to me before zipping up his pants. To my enjoyment, he doesn’t button up his shirt.
