Page 102 of Tease Me (Dark Odyssey 1)

He sucks and I lean back, allowing him to suckle.

We stay like that for a little while and I run my fingers through his hair while he sucks and gives me pleasure. By the time he slides his finger into my pussy I’m soaked.

He smiles when he sees that but he doesn’t go down on me and eat me out like he normally would, he doesn’t do that. What he does next is lean in closer and presses his lips against mine. Hard.

It’s not a fairytale kiss or even close to the kisses we’ve shared before. It’s a cruel punishing kiss that has the desired effect of weakening me, it absolutely does. It weakens me and makes me want him all over again.

He ends it too quickly but keeps that eye-to-eye stare on me.

“Nothing happened,” he whispers. For a second I don’t know what he’s talking about, then I’m surprised when it dawns on me that he’s talking about Jenna. “Nothing. Happened. She was in my office when I got here. Do you understand?”

“I understand,” I reply, and relief at the declaration rushes over me.

He undoes his belt buckle and pulls his cock from his pants. He doesn’t take off his clothes though like he usually does.

“Get on your knees baby.”

I roll over on to my knees and he moves behind me. My body welcomes him as he slides into my pussy and I moan out loud.

I moan out loud and savor him as he starts thrusting inside me.

He pumps hard then fast, tightening his grip on my waist so he can fuck me properly.

Within minutes we’re both groaning and gasping and the sounds of our bodies slapping together fills the room.

It’s hot and insane and wild because moments ago we were fighting. Now he’s fucking me on my hands and knees and I want more.

He starts pounding into me, giving me more and my breasts bounce in front of my face like pillows with every savage thrust. My hair falls over my face and I can’t see. I don’t need to though. I don’t need to see to feel. I feel it all and ultimate pleasure washes over me. It starts with a curl in my toes and works its way up through my body as he pounds into me.

The cascade of fire ripples through my soul and I know deep, deep within myself that we’ve gone past fooling around and having sex. We’ve gone past this business relationship. It’s the way he touches me. It’s the way he’s touching me, how he moves inside me like he really wants me.

So it begs the question... what was last night about?

Why didn’t he want to see me?

He growls and his cock hardens inside me, pressing against my g-spot. Pounding against it as a vicious wave of pleasure scorches me clean from the inside out.

He comes too but he jackhammers into his release and we both cry out from the intense call of passion.

It weakens me after it claims us. Him too.

It’s a few moments later that he pulls out of me, after I’ve milked him clean. His cum is warm inside me and the thought warms me all over.

He moves away and I shuffle to see he’s moved over to the table to grab some tissue. He cleans off his cock, fixes his pants and grabs more tissue. He then comes back to me and cleans me too.

I look at him and I’m not sure what he’ll do next.

He holds my gaze with an intensity that seers into me.

“Come home with me,” he breathes.

“Home?”

“Home.”

As in the place where he lives. Home. We normally go upstairs.

“Why?”

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