He didn’t! We didn’t actually have sex.
His footsteps on the wooden stair treads are heavy, methodical. So why do I feel like I’m being chased by a wolf?
“I told you, Jenna, I’m not catering to your bullshit.” McCarthy’s deep voice booms up the double-height space. “And we’re not done.”
I dart down the hallway, chancing a look behind me.
In the dark, his eyes are a spooky gray.
My hand grasps a door handle, and I’m surrounded by the scent of him.
The lock turns under my thumb. I scuttle back in the dark, away from the door.
There’s a knock. “Open up, Jenna.”
“You’re just trying to scare me.” I wrap my arms around myself. “It’s not working.”
I hear him take two steps back, then I scream as he throws the huge bulk of his body against the door.
The doorframe cracks, then he’s in the room, his six-five frame blocking the dim light from the hallway. He’s impossibly fast as he crosses the carpet, unfastening the belt on his dress pants one-handed with a swift jerk.
For a second, I imagine that same strong, sure motion guiding my mouth to his cock.
“Showoff.”
“What is it about you that makes men so crazy? I’m ready to burn the whole world down for you, and you haven’t even sucked my cock.”
“Nothing.” My nipples are hard underneath the thin fabric of my tank top, pressing against the soft undersides of my arms.
“No?” His hand buries in my tangled hair, angling my head back so he can kiss me. “You don’t want to wrap those pretty lips around my cock?”
I’m wet again, leaking into the soaked fabric.
“That’s fine.” The hand tightens in my hair. “I don’t have to come in your mouth.”
Then I’m falling in the dark. My hands sting as they hit the carpet.
He’s behind me. His hands tear at my shorts. The lace of my wet panties scrapes my thighs as he wrenches them off.
I cry out as his hand is back in my hair.
“Not ready to put your ass in the air and beg me for it? What if I say I think I’m in love with you? That enough toget you good and ready for me? If I tell you I love you?” His nose bangs into my ass as he gives my pussy one long lick.
“I bet that’s it. That’s how you get Jenna to spread her legs for you.”
“Go to hell, McCarthy.” I try to crawl away from him.
My elbows burn as he pulls me back. He grabs my hips and lifts my ass in the air.
I hate the way my back arches, hate the way my hips splay for him. Just his breath panting against my pussy is enough to make me come. I’m craving his touch, going crazy because a man has told me he loves me, even if he’s just being cruel and doesn’t mean it.
He gives me another long lick.
“Give me your cock, if you’re so fucking proud of it.”
“I’m so fucking tired of your mouth.”
My salty wet panties are stuffed between my teeth.
