“Oh, but I do.”
“Fine. I promise you this, Berkleigh Brigham, next time you kiss me, I am going to fuck you so hard you’ll forget your name.”
“So if I did this…” I kiss him on the lips again, lingering for just a little longer than before. “Wh—”
My sentence is ripped away from me in a searing lip-lock, and he forces my mouth to part with his tongue, demanding attention. Being on his lap, I can feel another body part demanding attention, too, and I willingly oblige by rotating my hips so my ass pushes against him.
The hand on my cheek slides around to the back of my head, where his grip turns firmer as his fingers twist in my hair. His other hand starts behind my knee, stroking up my thigh before squeezing my hip, his thumb so close to my apex I could burst. The kiss is brutal and unforgiving, needy and wanting, like a hundred years of longing have led us to this point.
It doesn’t take long before the cut on my lip splits. I can feel the moment the dry skin rips with my movements and a copper taste fills my mouth. Tanner is the first to try and pull away, his breaths hard and heavy as he inspects my lips.
The sight of my blood on him doesn’t disgust me or turn me away like I imagined it would, but if he stops now, I may lose my mind. I need this. I need him.
I don’t give him a chance to speak. Instead, I kiss him as he opens his mouth before looking him in the eye.
“Please don’t stop. You promised.” It’s barely a whimper, a plea, and he doesn’t look at me with sad, pitying eyes. But he does take mercy on me.
Controlling my head, he kisses me again, tasting me, not repulsed by me, and his low moans of pleasure are encouraging, matched by ones of my own. The sharp pain from my lip is counteracted by teasing strokes of his tongue, and my nipples pebble, desperate for his rough touch.
Waiting for more is excruciating, so I take matters into my own hands, clawing at the back of his T-shirt, trying to gather the material to pull it up and over his head. I scratch his skin in the process and his responding growl is my new favorite sound.
“Fair’s fair.” He grumbles and mirrors my action, only separating our kiss for the briefest of moments, only to discover I’m wearing a suit jacket as well as a shirt. All he’s managed to do is untuck me.
I help him out.
Shrugging out of my jacket and unbuttoning my silk blouse, I press my skin against his, sighing with relief at the contact. I hiss when his hand runs over the cuts and bruises across my side and back, but I don’t stop. I won’t. Instead, I lean into him more, encouraging him to use those rough hands to erase the thing that I know will haunt me forever.
At least this way,histouch will have been on me for less than two whole days, because the twenty showers I took in the meantime weren’t enough. They’ll never be enough.
But this…this just might be.
Reaching down, I unbutton my pants, shuffling slightly so I can reach Tanner’s too. His thick cock doesn’t make it easy, pressing against the material, but I’m something of an expert when it comes to zippers. It takes a second longer than usual because of our position, but I finally release him, pleased to find he’s going commando today.
The soft, velvety feel of him in my palm makes me look down, my eyes widening at the sheer size as I lick my lips.
Trouble is, I can’t move. He has me locked in place, stealing kiss after kiss, down my neck, at my jaw…I’m enthralled by his attentions.
Quicker than my next breath, Tanner is lifting me and standing with me in his arms. His pants fall to the floor and he kicks out of them, along with his shoes, before placing me on my mahogany desk. Next, my pants are pulled down, slowly dragged from my legs, one by one, leaving me in my underwear.
My cuts and bruises are bare to him once more, but at least I’m clean. Emboldened by the situation, I grasp the dog tags he always wears, the ones just hanging against his naked, chiseled chest, and I pull him back to me. He nestles between my legs, standing in front of me and cupping my face in reverence as he kisses me.
Sliding his palms over my shoulders and to my back, he unhooks my bra, aiding the straps in gliding down my arms and to the floor with the rest of our clothes.
As soon as my breasts are free, he grabs one, kneading it, leaning down and sucking it between his teeth, all while I claw at his firm back. He’s not gentle or loving, but with every bite of pain, he counteracts it with one of pleasure.
Working his lips down my body, he gets to his knees and squeezes the top of my thighs. When his hands reach my hips, he leans in and kisses my clit, only my panties separating us, then tucks his fingers over the sides and slides them down. I pushagainst his shoulders to lift my ass enough for him to remove them and am quickly rewarded with a flick of his touch against my now-pulsing clit.
It’s like being touched for the first time, the sensation new and exciting and I want so much more. I tangle my fingers in his hair, massaging his head as he swipes his tongue up and down my slit, sucking on my clit and eating me out like a ravenous beast.
He brings one hand up to twist and tweak at my nipples, using the other to finger my pussy the way I wish he would use his cock. The orgasm train doesn’t take long to reach the station, railing through me at warp speed as I cry out, pulling Tanner’s hair and fucking his face, riding it out until the bitter end.
After lapping up the last of my orgasm, he stands, his mouth glistening with my cum, and smirks. It’s not a grin, definitely a smirk, and he spits into his hand as I lean back on my desk, trying to catch my breath. Rubbing the spit over his dick—not that he needs it because I’m wet enough to supply The Nile—he wastes no time in thrusting himself into me.
Pain is the first thing to shoot through me, right before it turns into the most magical thing I’ve ever experienced. He kisses me, one hand back in its favorite position behind my head, the other squeezing my ass and holding me where he wants me as he drives in and out.
I hook one foot against his tight ass, but only one because the other ankle hurts too much to put pressure on it, and give as much as I’m taking, meeting him thrust for thrust as our mouths battle it out, blood from my split lip and all.
It’s rushed and messy, and it doesn’t last nearly long enough because we’re both so close. Grunts and moans mingle, my cries of pleasure matched by his roars as he speeds up, hitting me deeper than I knew was possible. Another orgasm builds, a little slower than before but it’s wasting no time.
