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I’m craving him so badly, so I’m going to give myself this one time with him. Then that’s it for us getting together, especially since my body’s betraying me, craving Jake, wanting what he offers.
I lift myself on tippy toes to reach his mouth with mine while he’s pulling up my skirt to my hips, his touch on fire. His thumbs curl under the elastic of my thong, then he drags it down my legs. I step out of it, and he lifts me to sit up on a desk in a heartbeat. He pushes himself to stand between my legs while I’m frantically tugging at his belt, unzipping him.
“I knew you wanted me,” he says.
“And I know you want me,” I counter.
He chuckles, and suddenly, the room feels thick with our scents, with our passion.
We stare at each other, then he kisses me lightly all over my face. I release his cock, huge and burning hot to the touch. Taking it into my hand, it feels soft to the touch, yet it’s hard as a rock. I palm him a few times, and he hisses.
“Fuck, Em, I’ve waited so long for you to touch me… for me to fuck you.”
I gasp for air as he leans in and kisses me hard as he pushes my hand off him. He reaches for something in his wallet, and in no time, he’s rolling on a condom.
Then his body’s flush up against mine, and I feel his erection pushing against my pussy. Spreading my legs, I tilt my hips, needing him as if I’m intoxicated by his touch, his taste, his body.
“You’re so sexy, Em,” he whispers against my mouth as his tip pushes into me.
I’m going to lose my mind, a moan already grazing the back of my throat. I grasp his arms as he cups my hips, drawing me closer to the edge of the desk.
“Are you ready for me?” he asks, already pushing deeper into me.
“God, stop talking. Just make me scream.”
“Fuck, I love that so much.” He slides into me quickly, stretching me, and my whole body shudders.
A cry spills from my lips, my breaths racing as I fall under the hypnotic rhythm of him plunging in and out of me. The burning friction between our connection is an inferno. His fingers dig into my hips as he works into me, grunting, all the while holding my stare as if he can’t get enough of me.
He’s moving faster, harder, and my whole body is shaking.
“Show me your tits, pretty girl,” he growls.
With one hand still holding on to him, I use the other to lift my top, then peel back my bra to give him what he wants.
Smiling, he leans in and scoops a nipple into his mouth.
I lean back with both hands on the table beneath me while being fucked by this gorgeous hunk and watching him go to town on my breasts. I love the way he takes mock bites, how he sucks down hard on my nipples. My body’s tingling all over, and the slapping sounds of him pounding into me leave me breathless.
Convulsing, I can barely hold on, and when I hit the crescendo of arousal, euphoria crashes through me. I scream with elation, and he kisses me, stealing my scream.
I squeeze his cock inside me, and he groans, holding me tighter as he freezes, buried deep inside me. We’re both pulsing, moaning, holding one another. It’s a perfect time where nothing matters but us two.
“You’re so tight,” he grunts, his teeth clenched as he rocks, pulsing inside me. He wraps me in his arms, and my legs coil around his hips as he kisses me. “That was everything to me,” he murmurs, then embraces me in a move that has me melting against him.
“I loved every moment of it,” I answer breathlessly.
We remain there in an embracing silence, and I want time to stand still.
His body is wrapped around me, hugging me like he has no plans to release me, and the longer I remain locked to him, the more I’m struggling to breathe, the more my heart races. This gorgeous man wants only me, and I still can’t believe this has happened.
When he brings his face to mine, he kisses me once more, softly. The cushion of his lips is like a pillow, and I sink into them. Every inch of me craves more from him, so much more.
Those butterflies in my belly are going crazy as he remains inside me, filling me while I’m plastered to his rigid body.
The way he’s kissing me is almost heartbreaking—reminding me of the things I can’t have, of how the line between pretense and something more real feels blurred, confusing. How I told myself I can’t have Jake. He’s hurt me once already. I want to focus on the gig coming up and on my studies, but I feel like I’m breaking all my rules for something I shouldn’t want.
What if I’m not sure how to go back to pretending there’s nothing between us when every look, every touch, will remind me of what I could have?
