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But there’s also blood.
I didn’t see it when I had her doggy over the desk.
But I see it now.
I reach down, stroking my shaft before sinking inside of her, bringing my hand between us to show her the blood on my fingers.
“You let me fuck you while you’re on your period?” My nostrils flare as I hurl the accusation her way. I’m not against period sex. What I am against is Briar and her perpetual fucking dishonesty.
She shakes her head, before letting it fall back, exposing thesmooth column of her throat. Pale skin. Unmarred. Perfect. My mouth waters to clamp down there and suck, leaving purple and pink marks of ownership visible everywhere. To mark her, make sure the world knows that this slut is off limits, that she's mine.
“Don’t lie to me, Briar,” I tell her, slamming into her again and again, watching her tits jiggle with each slap, with every thrust.
She clamps down around me again, squeezing her eyes shut, slapping her palms over her mouth, muting her own cries. The sight of her completely unspooled beneath me, the guilt in my gut for losing control and the rage that has yet to dissipate. As I topple over the edge and lose myself to the most debilitating orgasm ever, I realize one of her secrets.
My cock pulses, flooding her tight little channel with so much cum that it immediately spills down my shaft and out between us.
“Briar,” I breathe, the back of my mind a continual explosion at the foolish things I’m doing right now.
Briar stalked me. Lied to me. Had IT hack my computer. She is not someone I should give a second chance to, she is not someone I should reconsider, she is not someone I shouldride bare.
But I ride out my orgasm, thrusting the last few shots of cum inside of her, realizing that even though I’m being an utter fool, I don’t care. She gave me something today, something she didn’t give anyone else. And though she lied to me, she gave me something she never shared with another soul. Something she couldn’t tell me about because she was pretending to be Cadence.
I look down at the crimson streaking my shaft, the traces of pink on her thighs, and drop my tone to a feral, terrifying whisper. “Open your fucking eyes,” I command, and sheobeys, lifting her lids, her breathing still wild. Blue eyes linger on me, wet blue eyes.
“Did I just take your virginity over my desk?” I move my hand to her throat, and squeeze, lifting her up off my desk with ease. Sitting upright, she licks her lips, eyes darting between mine.
I grab her chin, forcing her focus to stay on me. “Don’t lie.” The wordbabygirlis right there, and the warning feels unnatural without the sweet nickname, but we’re not there. Not yet.
Thanks to her lies, maybe never.
She nods. “Yes.” She looks down, taking my gaze with hers as she plays at the creamy, pink-tinged pool of cum between her legs, oozing onto my desk. “I wanted only you to have it, Daddy. It belongs to you.”
I reach into my desk, fishing around for an extra shirt. Except, I’m wearing the spare so instead, I pass her the shirt stained with coffee. While shoving my dick away, I move around the office and twist the lock on the door, post-orgasm clarity ringing my neck as each moment passes.
I just fucked a nineteen-year-old girl over my desk without a condom.
The same nineteen-year-old that I sent a picture of my load to onVeiled. Who got a photo of my raging hard-on and precum stain when I was so horny I couldn’t take it.
I grip the sides of my head and pull at the ends of my hair. Pacing in front of my desk, I try to calm myself down. “Get dressed,” I tell her, not even looking her way.
I thought we connected onVeiled. I thought I was in love with her. I thought I found my soulmate. But that orgasm.
That orgasm felt like taking a walk in a new dimension with the only person alive who understands me.
And it fucking freaked me out. And now, because I am an asshole, and I’m still hurt, I’m going to do what I do best.
I’m going to hurt the one person I want to better understand.
“Don’t you think that lying about being Cadence was enough?” I question, coming to stand behind my desk as she rights her collar and adjusts her leggings. I nod toward the papers on the floor, and the pencils and pens. “Clean it up, and hurry.”
Briar’s eyes hold mine one second more, and understanding passes between us in a way that I’ve only ever dreamt of having with someone. I find myself breathless as she obeys, moving around my office, picking up the mess we made, quiet and diligent. When she’s done, she stands before me, hands linked at her tailbone. Her ponytail is redone, and the idea of messing it up again has my heart racing.
“You lied about your virginity.”
She shakes her head, immediately pressing up to her toes in a defensive stance, reaching for me. “I–I didn’t–I didn’t lie. I just hadn’t told you yet.” She looks around the desk, at the scene of the crime. “I didn’t know you were going to have me.”
Have me. Just the way she words things makes me hard. And as much as I want to die on my hill of skepticism in order to keep myself safe from being made a fool of again, the more I let her speak around me and explain herself, the more I believe her.
