Page 78 of The Hate We Breathe
“—come with just one thrust?” he asks, amusement clear in his tone. “You really are a slut for my cock, aren’t you, Princess?”
I don’t get a chance to respond as he pulls almost all the way out, until I can only feel the tip of him inside. His next thrust begins a whole new motion. His hand leaves my throat and I collapse against Morpheus’ desk as Nolan rides me hard, fucking into me over and over again. He grips my hips, dragging me into his body with each entry.
My fingers close into fists and then open, my hands pressing flat.
“One of these days, we’re gonna hold you down and fuck all of your holes,” Nolan informs me. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? One of us in your ass, one in your cunt, and another down your throat.”
I moan, twisting my head back and forth as my forehead rubs against the desk’s surface. Words escape me, but the fact is—Idowant that. I want to take them all, let them use me as a sex doll between the three of them. Because no matter what we do in the bedroom, the truth is that these men are ride or die. They’re mine. I’m theirs.
Touching them, fucking them, loving them—none of it makes me feel the way Morpheus did. Not even the filthy words falling from Nolan’s lips get me close to that feeling of shame and disgust. All he does is spark another flame of release low in my belly.
I shift against the desk, pushing back against him. “Harder.” The word comes out on a broken whisper.
Nolan slows, despite my plea, and I cry out, trying to slam my hips back against him to get what I want. “Hush now.” Nolan grips me hard, slowing my movement. “We don’t want to get caught, do we, Princess? You want harder? I’ll give you harder.”
Despite his words, he pulls out of my pussy and I claw at the desk, anger and hunger a burning fire inside me. “Give me—” My words dry up as the head of Nolan’s cock lifts, completely soaked in my juices as he presses it to the dark hole of my ass.
“This will be harder, won’t it?” he asks, a smile in his tone. He pushes forward, spreading me open, and I groan—far louder than I know I should if the way his hand clamping over my mouth is anything to go by.
The last time I did this had been in this same house—with an angry, hurt Lex. This time is so much different. Now, they know the truth and Morpheus is dead.
Nolan’s cock invades my ass in slow, measured strokes. Inch after delicious inch spears into me, stretching me with a slight burning sensation. I grit my teeth as my own wetness begins to dry and the sensation becomes more painful than pleasurable.
“Nolan… I need…” I gasp. “I need…”
He smooths a hand down my back, pressing me forward as he reaches over me. “Shhhh, I know what you need, Princess.” Does he? Because, honestly, Lex either hadn’t known or hadn’t cared when he split me wide open on his cock weeks ago when he thought I’d abandoned them and even if I’ve already come, it’s not enough to get through this.
In the next second, however, Nolan proves that he does, in fact, know what I need. I breathe a sigh of relief as he reaches over my head, opening one of the many drawers. The first one is empty of anything but pens and paper. The second one hits the jackpot. Nolan withdraws a small tube of Vaseline moisturizer and pulls slightly out of my stretched asshole.
Cool, thick cream plops atop my ass where his dick is embedded in my body. He slides back and forth and I can feel his hand smoothing over the length of his shaft outside as he coats himself in the stuff as well as rims it over my asshole. The burn eases considerably and becomes a wide pressure in my rear. My pussy flutters and I want to cry at the strange fullandempty feeling inside me.
The crack of my ass feels dripping with the Vaseline and my own moisture as Nolan begins to fuck my ass in earnest. Hips snap into mine and I rock back, feeling the sensation of another orgasm rising from the depths.
“Touch yourself,” Nolan growls, one hand clamping down on my hip and the other around my throat once more. “Finger that fucking clit of yours and come on my cock while I fuck your ass. I want to feel you squeezing me when you come.”
My hand shoots down to the place between my legs and my eyes roll back into my head as he saws into me. Over and over again, Nolan takes everything that I hate about this place—the invisible barrier that kept me on one side of the world and him on the other—and he erases it.
I spread my cream over my own clit, circling the bundle of nerves with, at first, gentle movements. Then, faster and harder, until I’m crying out, sobbing through the brilliant white light of a second, harder orgasm as Nolan—a man who has killed for me and would again—slams himself into my asshole and then grows still.
Hot liquid pours into me, Nolan’s cum slipping into my deepest, darkest hole as my fingers fly over my clit, sending me into the stratosphere.
When I come back down, I’m splayed out on Morpheus Calloway’s desk with a sweaty, panting Nolan over me. “God… fucking… damn,” Nolan breathes. He presses a kiss to my nape and then gently pulls himself out of my sore, but well-fuckedasshole. I wince as he catches a trickle of something wet slipping from the orifice and slides it right back inside me.
“Ugh, Nolan…” I can’t help the whine in my voice.
“I know, Princess,” he replies, sounding just as breathless as I am. “But we can’t leave any sign that we were here. You’ll just have to clamp down and hold it inside of you until I get you home.”
I grumble but let him help me redress. My ass is sore as hell, and I’m a little wobbly on my feet when I’m fully covered once more. Each passing second is a reminder of the cum sitting in my ass. I clench down hard, but I know that my panties are likely going to be soaked in Nolan’s cum by the time we return.
The blue tinted password screen is back on the computer. Nolan checks his phone as he straightens his own pants and then removes the flash drive with a grin. He pockets the small device, takes my hand, and then lifts the bag I’d taken from the bedroom I’d stayed in when I’d lived here and hefts it over his shoulder.
We sneak out of the office and back to the room where we were supposed to be in the first place, tracing our steps back to the stairwell and foyer.
Stuart comes out to glare at us as we descend the staircase, but to my surprise, he doesn’t say a word as we leave, stepping outside and heading for Lex’s semi-rusted beat-up SUV. I can feel the man’s eyes boring into us as Nolan helps me into the passenger seat.
He reaches forward and buckles me in, lips still twitching.
“You’re terrible, you know that, right?” I ask him, though Idohave to admit that I feel better about coming back here now.
