Why wouldn’t he move? We both wanted this.
“Answer me.”
“Yes.”
Hand on the back of my neck, he slammed my head down and ploughed into me with an animalistic growl that rocked me forward with so much force that my hips bit painfully into the edge of his desk.
“You are mine.” Over and over again, he slammed into me, so hard and fast, so brutally, that the pleasure bordered on pain.
“Tell me.” Rearing upward, he wrapped one arm around my hips to protect them from the sharp edge of his desk and picked up his pace. “You belong to me. That you have always belonged to me.”
I had, but I didn’t want to say it out loud. If I did, that I would be admitting it to him, and it would give him power. Coming in here was meant to give me more power.
“Tell me you…”
Arching my back, I met each one of his thrusts with my body. The office was still and silent apart from the sound of our labored breathing and the hot, wet sound of our bodies meeting.
“I’m yours.” There was a hot, tight feeling gathering in my stomach, and it was threatening to send me over the edge, screaming.
How was it fair that he could cause me so much pleasure and so much pain all at the same time?
I loved him. I always had, but part of me hated him as well, and that hate was growing every day.
“Good.” The movements between my legs slowed, drawing almost all the way out only to slide back into the hilt.
It was a new type of pleasure and a new type of torture.
“Because I am never going to let you go.”
Again, I was spun around. Only this time, instead of forcing me down on my front, he pulled me into his arms and lifted me. His cock was back in my pussy before I could even blink.
I moaned again. How was it fair that he was so good at this? That he seemed to know exactly what I wanted and needed before I even did.
Buried deep inside, he found my lips and claimed them. His tongue swept into my mouth hungrily, moaning my name like I was the only thing that put oxygen in his lungs.
And it was the same for me. As much as I hated him, I loved him more, and nothing would ever change that.
Matteo was part of my very soul now. Even when we had been apart, there had never been anyone else.
Lips and tongues tangled together, he walked us out of the room and toward the bedroom. His walk was purposeful, and his cock was sliding shallowly in and out of my dripping pussy slowly and methodically.
We fell together onto the bed, me on top. The position pushed me into him even more until it felt like he was everywhere at once.
I was so full, more full of him than I had ever been.
Screaming, I pushed myself upright. Using his chest as leverage, I pulled almost all the way off, only to slam back down.
Too close, so close in fact, that I didn’t know what I was doing, except I needed more.
More of him, more of his cock.
More of the love and hate that seemed to make it so hot and passionate between us.
I’d never been on top before, but my body seemed to know what to do. It knew exactly what I wanted.
“Jesus.” Big hands reached up to cover my breasts as I lost myself in the feel of him rubbing every inch of me. “Jesus, Sophia.” Matteo's bighands squeezed and kneaded. “Fuck.” He didn’t seem to be able to complete a sentence.
I couldn’t either. I couldn’t even think.
