He then breaks the kiss and sucks my juices from his fingers while staring at me with hooded eyes.
Bunching my fingers into his shirt, I pull his mouth down on mine, tasting myself on his tongue. My neck and face feel hot.
I have never done such things before. I’ve never ridden on the thin line of hate and lust before. The feeling is exhilarating and fearsome at the same time.
With a growl, he breaks our kiss, turns me around, and bends me over his desk.
He jerks my panties down. When cool air hits my wet pussy, I shudder with anticipation.
The clink of his belt opening accelerates my heartbeats. Then I hear the crinkle of a packet.
My toes curl as I wait for it.
But he shocks me by wrapping my hair around his fist. I try to turn but he keeps me in place.
“What are you doing?” My voice is brimming with lust, I almost can’t recognize it.
“I always wanted to do this.”
“Stop wasting my time and do it!”
“Do what?”
“You know what.” I grind out.
“Say it.”
“Fuck you.”
“That works too.” He murmurs.
A smart comeback is suspended in my throat when he thrusts inside me.
“Oh, God…”
He is big. Impossibly thick. And it hurts a little despite the wetness. But I don’t tell him to slow down. I want the pain. I want all he can give me.
His fingers dig in my hip as he pounds into me.
Using the grip on my hair, he pulls my head up, arching my upper body.
“Give me that mouth.” He growls before taking my mouth.
Sweat drips from my forehead. We are still mostly clothed, our bodies heated.
He rams his cock inside me over and over again.
I want to spread my leg but my jeans are around my ankles, making it impossible to do so.
“You feel so good, little liar.”
“Just so you know, I still hate you.” I breathe against his lips, my body rocking with his.
He stills. Then pulls all the way out and thrusts inside in one punishing go. My mouth opens in a silent scream. His eyes gleam, probably proud of rendering me speechless. Asshole.
I glare at him.
When he smirks, I take his bottom lip in my mouth and bite down. Hard.