Page 55 of Pain and Possession

I smile as I undo her jeans, "Anything for you." I pull her up, letting her wiggle free of her pants before she kicks them to the side. My fingers slowly find her soaked slit, making her hips jerk as I run them along the length. My cock hardens painfully as I bring my fingers to my mouth tasting her arousal. She bites into her lush bottom lip before I kiss her deeply, letting her taste her sweet cunt on my tongue. Olive tastes like honey, sweet and rich.

She gasps as I jerk her around pushing her down over my desk, exposing her perfect ass to me. My eyes linger on the angry red cuts on her inner thigh that spell out my name. Just as I decide I'd like to taste them I hear the handle to my office jostle. I push myself into her, making sure she's covered. I'll be fucking dammed if anyone gets to see her like this. As the door slides open, I pull my handgun from the back of my pants, pulling back the hammer. Kurt's eyes go round as he takes in the gun pointed at him, he's less likely to see the treat laid across my desk if he's worried about dying.

Although I am tired of the way I often catch him looking at her.

My finger slips onto the trigger, tightening ever so slightly as I let the jealousy burn in my chest. Olive gasps below me, only just realizing what's going on. A growl forms deep in my throat, "Out!"

"Fuck! Sorry sir!" He yells as he slams the door shut behind him. My finger twitches as I force it to ease up on the trigger, my chest filling with rage at the idea of what he might've seen had I not covered her in time. Her tight, wet little holes ready for the taking.

"Noè…" She moans, bringing my attention back to her where it should be. I ready myself, expecting her to fight me. I place the gun down beside her, making sure the safety is on as she stares back at me from over her shoulder. Her perfect breasts pushed against my desk.

"When did you get a gun?" She asks, throwing me off guard. I smirk, the idea of my little doll no longer fighting me… the idea of her wanting me makes my cock throb and heart swell uncomfortably. An unfamiliar mix, I'm getting dangerously accustomed where she's involved.

"You really should be more observant."

I don't wait for whatever smart ass reply she has lined up before I hike one of her legs up on my desk, slipping my fingers into her. She gasps at the sudden intrusion, my free hand slowly trailing up her body as I find her nipple. Gently rolling it between my fingers as I pump the others in and out. She moans loudly, rocking her hips back and forth on my fingers. Her clit rubbing against the edge of my desk as she fucks herself.

God fucking dammit, I've never seen anything as fucking beautiful as this.

I still my hand letting her find the pace she likes as she moans, her hips rolling faster as she tightens around my fingers, "There you go baby, take what you need." She comes apart, crying out my name as she leaks around my fingers.

Fucking hell this woman is going to be the death of me.

She leans her head against my desk as I jerk my cock free of my pants. Quickly running it down her wet slit, the only warning she gets before I plunge it into her. Groaning as she adjusts around my cock. She whimpers, her nails biting into the wood as I bend down trailing kisses along her neck, the remnants of my sucking there from before. She moans turning her mouth to mine as I rut into her, her teeth once again find my bottom lip as she bites into the swollen flesh. The idea of her tasting my blood has me leaning back placing my large hand in the nook of her hip and gripping hard. The way my sliver rings press into her soft pale skin forces her name from my lips. I roll my hips, my thrusts becoming violent and brutal like us, like my feelings for her. I grip the back of her neck shoving her face further into the wood as she grunts, her innocent doll-like face twisting in pleasure as I rock into her cunt. How could I ever let you go? You've fucked me for anyone else Olive. I'm yours.

"Fuck." I moan as she pushes her ass harder into me, meeting me blow for blow. I'm only vaguely aware of the drop of blood running feather light from my lip to my chin. Her amber eyes meet mine as I wipe it from my face running it gently down the length of her spine. I bite into it harder, pain coursing through me as she moans again, her cunt fluttering around my hardened length as she comes undone for the second time.

Fucking beautiful.

I feel myself swell inside her, picking up my pace as my skin slaps against hers. Fire and ice. She grips the edge of my desk trying to pull away as I erupt inside her, I jerk her back to me riding out the waves of pleasure until I'm done. I don't pull out right away, despite her adorable attempts to wiggle free.

"Noè! Get off." She orders, the annoyance in her voice not meeting the sated look on her face.

"And why should I do that little doll?" I try not to sound out of breath, but I am. Olive has become more than just a distraction. She's taking up everything, my heart, my energy, my fucking sanity and every ounce of my time.

None of which I had much to spare.

She kicks back, her boot connecting with my knee forcing me back enough for her to slip my cock from her. I can't tell if the blush is new or leftover from sex but she looks down, "I'm not on birth control."

It's a far too late for that now.

A deep growl erupts from my throat as my hand finds her neck, those pretty eyes go wide with shock and something that makes it hard for my cock to deflate as I lower her quickly back down onto my desk.

"What the fuck?" She exclaims as I jerk her knees up pinning them against my chest, exposing her perfect wet cunt to me dripping with my come. She gasps as I plunge three of my fingers back inside her, burying them there.

"I fail to see your point, Olive."

She doesn't speak, just stares at me wide eyed like she's putting the pieces together. Albeit a little slowly. As if I haven't pictured her pregnant with my children since that very first night. The way her body would change and adjust to keep them safe and healthy. God it would be beautiful. Seeing Olive as a mother, as a mother tomychildren. It would be an honor. Her eyes widen again, almost comically. If I wasn't so fucking annoyed, I might've even laughed. A tinge of anxiety rips down my spine through the post fuck haze she always leaves me in wandering what she's thinking about. Irritated that I don't already know.

"You… you've been trying to get me pregnant, haven't you?"

"I want you, Olive. I wanted you yesterday, I want you today, and I'll want you every single day that follows. You'd be an amazing mother and I'm utterly fucked with love for you. Of course, I want you pregnant." I lean my head against hers as tears prickle in her eyes. The sight sends daggers through my heart.

Say it back.

Tell me I didn't just fuck this up, again.

Olive

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