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“I — yes.”
“Is there something else you need me to stop?”
I blinked up at him. “No. No, I’m okay. Just give me a minute.” He crouched between my knees, his cock pointing at me, hard and veined. “I’m ready to go on.”
His voice went cold. “Roll over.”
I hesitated, then turned onto my stomach. A drawer rattled, foil ripped, and there was an agonizing pause.
Large hands cupped my ass. Thumbs spread my pussy open from behind. I gasped when the head of his cock slid over my flesh.
“You want reassurance, babe?” He pushed, and I moaned at the sudden fullness. I squirmed under him, trying to lift my hips, my pussy clinging to his thick shaft. His hands tightened cruelly on my ass. “You feel like heaven. And it makes me want to give you hell.”
I cried out as he withdrew and sank in again, deeper. His words lit a dark spark at the base of my spine.
“I want to look at you,” I breathed.
“No.”
I growled and pushed back. God, he really was huge, stretching me uncomfortably. But I was so turned on, slick and tight around him. I moved my hips in circles, raising my ass to his thrusts, urging him to pick up the pace.
A hand grabbed my hair and pulled. “Christina, you’re trying to take charge and I don’t like it. This is how I want to fuck you. Now be a good little slut like I’m paying you for.”
“Do you have to keep saying that?” I clutched the sheets as he lengthened his strokes.
“Every time.” He paused, balls-deep inside me, controlled but ragged around the edges. “Why else are you here?”
God, I wanted his orgasm. I wanted him to let go and come.
It hit me: all the guys I’d been with before this, when they’d come, I’d resented it. It seemed so fucking easy for them, so stupid and simple. Not for every guy, I knew, but for many. I resented it, and I wanted a bouquet and applause when they were done.
But Patrick? I wanted his release as badly as I’d wanted mine.
“Oh God— I need your cum,” I gasped.
He yanked my head back, abruptly exposing my throat, and roared. I hung on to the bed, but I was in his hands, pulled into his body, squeezing his cock inside me and moaning in rhythm with him as he climaxed. The room blurred as we locked together.
Finally, he released me and withdrew. I collapsed in a puddle on the bed.
“Shit,” I muttered, rolling away.
The soft chuckle behind me didn’t improve my mood. “Something wrong?”
“I told you I needed your cum.”
“Obviously you do.”
“Just don’t even.” I pulled a pillow over my head.
After a minute, the mattress creaked. I pushed away the pillow as he walked to the metal trash can by his desk. Naked, unembarrassed, he unrolled the condom from the thick stem of his cock and dropped it in the trash. A draft of January air stirred the papers on his desk.
“We don’t have to use those.” I pointed to the trash can. “I’m on the pill.”
Patrick gave me a slow smile as he took his wallet from the jeans on his desk chair. “You really do need my cum, girl.”
“Jesus.” I flopped on my back and stared at the white molding on the ceiling so I wouldn’t throttle him. “Forget I said anything.”
He opened his wallet. “Go get tested, and we’ll stop using condoms.”
