Page 77 of The Hate We Breathe
It’s true. There’s no denying what he does to my body. I’ve been dripping wet since I realized what he planned to do to me in here, in this office where I once stood across from my worst nightmare.
Nolan plays with my pussy lips for a moment, smoothing his fingers through my wetness and coating himself in me before he slides up a bit more and presses the pad of one finger to my clit. I jerk against the desk and my thighs tighten automatically as I pull away from the bolt of sensation.
Smack!
I stiffen and it takes me a second to realize that he just slapped my ass. “Don’t you dare pull away from me.” Nolan’s words are a growl and he grabs my shoulder with one hand, keeping me anchored in place as he forces his slick-covered fingers right into my core. I arch against the sudden intrusion, little sparks of heat popping up along my spine.
Nolan fucks me with his fingers, retracting and thrusting them back into my pussy over and over again until I’m breathless with how close I am to orgasm. With my thighsclamped together by my underwear and jeans, I can’t part my legs any more to alleviate the pressure and he uses this fact to his advantage. Circling my clit with his thumb each time he pushes back inside me. A moan bubbles up from my throat and I turn my cheek, pressing what feels like scorching hot skin to the cool relief of the desk’s surface.
“No one owns this pussy but me, Lex, and Gio,” Nolan snarls. “Say it—tell me who owns this pussy.”
I grit my teeth as his thumb pushes against my clit once more, pressing and circling the bundle of nerves. I’m so damn close. I arch, shoving my hips into the edge of the desk as I hump his hand, silently demanding my pleasure.
His fingers disappear a moment later and I cry out in desperation. “No!”
Smack!I squirm as Nolan’s hand comes down in an arch, cupping the underside of my ass and hitting me right in the crease between where my thigh meets my ass cheek.Smack! Smack! Smack!
Mouth open, I gasp for air. A heady sensation invades my mind, fogging over all of the anger and anxiety of earlier and replacing it with him and the need spilling through my veins.
“Nolan…please.” There’s a desperate edge to my voice that, at any other time, would shame or infuriate me. Right now, however, all I can think of is how good it’s going to feel when he fucks me right over the edge and into the blissful orgasm I can sense just beyond the ridge.
“Say it,” Nolan repeats as he cups his hand over my cunt. He’s always warm, my personal heater when we’re sleeping together, but nothing is hotter than the place between my legs. Wetness drips down the insides of my thighs as I whimper. “Who does this belong to?”
“It’s yours.” I pant. “Yours.”
“That’s right.” Nolan’s fingers start moving again. “Because you gave it to us. You chose us. It was neverhis.”
I might flinch at the brief reminder of Morpheus, but if I do, I don’t remember, because in the next instant, the beautiful sound of Nolan undoing his own pants reaches my ears. I press up from the desk.
“Yes,” I say. “Yes, fuck me. Please—fuck—Nolan,please.”
The head of a hard cock presses against my backside, slipping between my thighs but not entering me, and I groan in frustration, rocking back. Nolan coats his length in my juices, back and forth, the friction making me shiver, but not giving me nearly enough to come. I reach back, my hand seeking him out.
He grasps it and pulls me farther up, wrapping my hand around the back of his neck as I arch. My bare breasts are pointed out, towards the windows, and he cups one, tweaking the nipple with a hard little twist.
“Rock back on me, Princess.” Nolan’s voice is gruff, his breath brushing over the side of my face. “Slide yourself along my cock. Get me ready to take you.”
My eyes slide shut once more as I follow his command, my hips moving back and forth as his length glides along the slick lips of my sex. Through my pussy, the head rubbing over my clit with each pass. Slow. Sweet. Fucking torture.
With my hand around the side of Nolan’s neck, my thighs quivering as I slowly lose the battle against myself, I practically hump him for relief. All the while, he whispers dirty, filthy words of encouragement in my ear, driving me higher and higher.
“Your cunt is dripping all over my cock, Princess,” Nolan says. “Do you want it that badly? You want me to fuck you in this office? Maybe we’ll go back to the cemetery and I’ll fuck you on Calloway’s grave too. That would show his ghost that you were always meant to be mine—ours.”
A shudder works through me and I begin to slow down only to speed back up when he reaches around and down, fingers taking my clit in his grasp and pinching hard. “Don’t stop now,” he orders. “I didn’t say you could quit. You’re going to keep stroking my cock with your pussy until I’m ready to fuck you.”
Motherfucker. Back and forth, I slide myself over him, rubbing my cunt lips along the thick length of him until it’s an automatic movement. Shifting along his shaft, mindless, sex-fogged, and purely dickmatized by this man. Nolan’s low groan rattles against my spine, a wicked sound that stabs into my ears and drags me higher.
What must only be a few minutes feels like eternity in his arms as he prepares me for fucking and I lap up every second like a cock addict. Soon, his hand wraps around my own throat, squeezing along the sides as he grunts and begins to thrust back and forth in time with me.
“Almost there, Jules. Are you ready for me?”
“Yes, yes, yes, yes—please.” More than ready, I’m practically salivating for him to fuck me. I might kill him if he stops now, but if he promises to fuck me on Morpheus’ grave again, I’ll probably just come by those words alone. Imagining him laid out on that fucker’s final resting place while I ride his dick as we scream our release into the night is getting me surprisingly close to the edge.
In the next instant, Nolan rips his hips back from me, pins me down to the desk, and then nudges the head of his cock against my entrance. His hand closes around my throat harder, gripping, squeezing, forcing me to actually think about breathing as a lightheaded feeling swamps me.
The first inch only offers me the slightest pressure and I whimper, trying to rock my hips back to take him fully. He pulls back, tsking under his breath with a thready chuckle. Then, heplummets into me—his cock thrusting all the way until balls slap against my flesh.
“Oh, fuck.” My eyes roll back into my head as an orgasm steals my breath. I shudder, clenching and clamping down on his cock as it stills inside me. Seconds pass. A minute. When I come back to myself, Nolan is still chuckling lightly as he speaks to me.
