Page 49 of Reckless Temptation

“I don’t want…” I couldn’t finish it.

He leaned back to tug his wet shirt off, but before I could lower my hands to touch his chiseled chest, he gripped my blouse and yanked on it until the thin, wet fabric gave way.

“I don’t…” I closed my eyes as he lowered his mouth to my breast. Latching his lips around my nipple, even through the layer of my thin bra, he drove me wild for more and more.

Biting and nipping, he tormented the hard beads of my nipples. Rubbing and stroking, he teased me under my skirt. He’d slid his hand down, and I wasn’t sure how I could stand the onslaught on my nerves.

I was tense, on fire. Deep within me, I ached and yearned for him to push me even further. I wanted to come. An orgasm waited so close, so dangerously near, and I grew desperate for the sweet release I’d only heard about, only read about.

I’d never come before.

I’d never tried to welcome anything like this in my life of nonstop studying and working.

But now…

He tugged at my panties, shoving them lower, and I shifted my legs to accommodate what he was doing.

Thoughts ceased to matter. I was too far gone in wanting him, in needing him, that I could only gaze at him with impatience and confusion as he stood back up.

“You don’t want this?” he taunted before kissing me again.

Bare beneath my skirt, I shivered at the touch of his hand on the underside of my thigh. He pushed my legs apart and up higher at the same time he ground his erection against me. Thrusting at me, he gave me a wicked preview of what I needed so badly.

Between kisses as he teased me, he stared me down as if waiting for me to finally admit that hehadwon.

“I don’t want…”

He dragged his hand toward my slick entrance and pushed his finger into my body.

“Oh, fuck.” I whispered it as I hung my head, so destroyed with desire.

Fingering me and kissing me, he proved his point.

“I don’t want you to stop,” I whispered, hating that I could surrender.

I didn’t have time for a guy in my life. But Nick was a necessity I couldn’t ignore any longer. Only fate would be so cruel as to make me want my bully like this, but I gave up trying to understand.

He chuckled, low and gritty, as he picked me up. Holding on to me, he walked me toward the wall and pinned me against it.

“There’s not a chance in hell I’m stopping,” he promised as he kissed me again. He lowered his hands to unzip his jeans. More movement followed as he lowered his clothes. In a haze of lust, I could only kiss him back and cling to him.

It was the touch of his bare cock that startled me, though. He rubbed it over my slit, smearing the cream I’d dripped for him. Feeling the smooth, wide mushroomed head at my entrance should’ve scared me, but I was so desperate for him to make me come that I couldn’t fear this.

I wanted it.

I wanted him.

Despite my better judgment, I needed him to fill me and give me that release that teased me.

“You hear me, Sabrina?” he growled as he positioned his cock at my entrance. “There’s no stopping this.”

Instead of hearing him vocalize it, his words sounding like a conquest, I kissed him and braced for the intrusion.

In a long, hard thrust, he impaled me. His big dick slid into me, stretching me and filling me like I’d never been before.

I cried out, against his mouth. It stung. It hurt. It felt so hot and raw and tense. He couldn’t actually fit like this. But as he kissed me deeper, making me moan for his taste, I acclimated in a flash. Of course, it’d sting the first time, but under his possessive grip, I welcomed him to pound into me again.

And again.

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