NICK
She knows that’s a fucking lie. And I’m going to prove that to her right now because no matter how hard she tries to prove she despises me and all men, there is one part of me that she wants. Maybe it’s only out of curiosity. Either way, I will use it to my full advantage. Curling my free hand around her hip, I press the back of her body against mine. Mario is the only one here, and he usually wears headphones as he finishes cleaning the kitchen. And if he does hear us, it won’t be weird because to everyone else, we’re married. Her eyes open wide as she glances at me over her shoulder.
“Nick, what are you doing?”
“I don’t want to wait for grilled cheese sandwiches.” I run my nose along the side of her neck. She smells so fucking good, like repentance and temptation. I want to lick, fuck and corrupt every inch of her. Or should I say uncorrupt, since she doesn’t even know what she likes in bed. How can she? Her bastard stepfather corrupted her innocence, and I don’t blame her for turning to alcohol or drugs to forget, but it’s my job as her husband to bring back that little girl who never got the love she deserved. Fake husband or not, I’m here right now, and so is she, and after I decided to quit the Army, I never felt so much adrenaline, so muchbuilt-up testosterone to conquer, to take, to fight as I do right now in this moment,
I turn her around and push her back down with one hand onto my desk.
“Spread your legs open wide, princess.”
A sharp noise catches in her throat and she hesitates like she wants to say no, but her body won’t allow the betrayal.
“It wasn’t a request,” I twist her thick, luscious hair between my fingers until she complies like the good girl she is. Tugging down the zipper on my jeans, I release my cock. I’ve been hard as a rock ever since last night, and even more so after this kiss, and I’m already tired of this game. I need to be balls deep inside her, and she needs it too. Only unlike me she won’t admit it, how can she when she’s trapped inside that fucked up head of hers.
“I’m going to find out what you like, princess, because I know what you want.”
“I doubt that,” she scoffs.
Stifling my moans, I slide my hand down her pants, unbuttoning her pants with one hand as fast as I can so I don't lose her at this moment. I move away to shove her pants down on the floor, quickly repositioning myself behind her, her legs are still spread wide as she looks over her shoulder. Vulnerability looks damn good on her.
She trembles at my embrace as I glide a finger down her crack, pulling her panties to the side.
“You want a free pass to get off on my dick?” I glide the tip of my dick along her glistening pussy.
“You want me to fuck you so good, you’ll forget.” The tip of my cock nudges her satiny clit and I underestimated just how wet she was for me. “Be the drug to help you forget, ain't that right, princess?”
Fisting myself I drag my length through her drenched lips gathering her juices on my shaft.
“Do you like that?”
Melanie
So many thoughtsgo through my head, but I can only focus on one. I like this. I want this. I need this. Cool air assaults my skin as I wait for him to take me, here and now. The hand that was in my hair grips the back of my neck, and tightens, as his other hand curls around my hip bone, possessively keeping me right where he wants me.
“Yes,” I say through a weighted breath, and I can almost feel him smirking in satisfaction behind me.
“Take my dick like a good girl.” And it’s the only warning I receive before he juts his hips, filling me to the hilt in a single, painful thrust that makes me hiss. The feeling is familiar but new all at the same time.
There’s no time to adjust to his massive cock because he starts fucking me in quick brutal strokes. Adrenaline is an intoxicating drug surging through my system, not alcohol. The excitement heats my blood and sends me spiraling. I reach behind me and dig my nail into his thigh. Every time he withdraws he drives back inside me that much harder; it’s both a punishment and a reward. I whimper when he stills.
“Nick, please.”
His guttural voice snaps like a whip. “If you want it, then take it,” He winds his hand back into my ponytail and tugs. Generating a new wave of arousal my belly clenches as I circle my hips working myself on his dick. It feels so good I can no longer form cohesive thoughts, but the only thought I could focus on is the way his cock fills me and the rough greedy sounds he makes as I I grip the sides of the desk and impale myself on him, taking what I want, and remembering every second of this. The control he permitted me doesn’t last long, though, because he yanks on my ponytail, pulling me upright.
“Play with your pussy.”
I read somewhere that most girls need clitoral stimulation to get off, and only thirty percent of women don’t. I was one of those women. I could cum by riding a dick alone. It was both a curse anda blessing, but wanting to find out how it felt to play with myself with a man inside me, I slipped a hand in between my legs and did what he said. His breath is a hot rasp against my neck.
“That’s it, rub that little clit”
Wet sounds fill the room, and sweat slicks over my skin as my body winds tighter and tighter. “I’m so close so fucking close.” Not realizing I said those words out loud, Nick pushes my hand away with a growl and replaces my hand with his. A desperate moan escapes me when I find a rhythm that sets me on fire. He thrusts faster, hitting a spot that makes me moan like a feral animal in heat. I writhed against him, demanding more. He gives me what I want. Every ruthless hit whips another bolt of pleasure through me until it reaches a crest. My orgasm is so potent, so severe, it takes hold of me and doesn’t let go, until I’m crying out his name. With a harsh grunt, he spins me around and seats me on his desk—papers crunching underneath me.
If I thought his thrusts were vicious before, it has nothing on right now. Hand squeezing my throat, he takes what he wants from me. Like every man has, but for once, this doesn’t feel one-sided, so I spread my thighs wider, letting him. Pleasure contorts his face, and a deep, throaty cry tears out of him. Then his mouth crashes against mine, causing me to nearly whimper. His kiss is so intense, so consuming, I lose the ability to breathe. Nick takes my mouth like an enemy conquering his component. Like he’s won, I swallow his savage groan as he pumps in me one last time before pulling out. He bites my lip hard enough to draw blood as a stream of warm liquid streams into the fabric of my shirt and thigh. I’m dizzy as we break away. I fall apart. All the thoughts I forced myself to ignore come rushing back with a vengeance, sobering me.
You’re nothing but a whore. A disgrace. You’re dirty and damaged. Toxic. All you are is a pretty face and pussy. It’s your fault you had sex with your stepdad.
I scramble off the table, heart hammering against my ribs,yanking my panties back up with shaky fingers and fumbling to button my pants. Across from me, Nick is tucking himself back into his jeans with a slow, lazy confidence that makes my skin burn. The clatter of silverware and dishes outside slams into me — a jolt of panic firing through my veins.
