He shouts when I am completely seated in him.
“Move, Nicholas.Fuck me,” he yells.
I listen to him because I can't control myself anymore. I start fucking him in earnest, my cock disappearing into his body again and again.
His hands hold the edges of the desk, trying to find purchase, and he repeats my name like a prayer, his voice getting louder and louder. I let the beast out, letting it take charge of me. Topossesshim.
I push into him until he goes hard again, then I jerk him off with my hand. He is coming within a dozen tugs.
I fuck him for a few more minutes until I feel a jolt go up my spine, and I fill him, making him mine.
When I pull out of him, my breath is heavy. I look down at my cum leaking out of him. It satisfies something deep inside me.
I go down on my knees and lick his hole. The taste of ustogether coats my tongue, the best thing I’ve ever tasted.
“Fuck, Nicholas. That’s—fuck,” he says, sounding lost and amazed. His hand grabs at my hair, almost ripping it out, when I twist my tongue into him. He shivers.
After one final kiss, I stand up and gently take him into my arms. I carry him to the bed.
“I'll get up to clean in a minute,” he says.
I lie down next to him and pull him into me. “Oh no, baby, I am not done with you yet.”
Chapter Thirty Two
Final Answers, Fateful Endings, and Fresh Beginnings
Elliot
Nicholas pulls me over him and adjusts me until I’m lying over him.
“Were you always this clingy?” I ask when the warmth of his body starts feeling too comfortable, too cozy.
He lazily drags his hand over my back. “You love it,” he says softly, then presses a kiss to the top of my head.
“That’s awfully presumptuous of you, Golden Boy,” I say, resting my chin on his chest so I can look up at his bright face. “Is mind-reading another thing they teach at this super cop bureau?”
Nick laughs and leans down to drop a peck on my lips. “Don’t need any super power to readyourmind,” he says. He smiles, his eyes sparkling with evil.
I snort. “Remind me again, was it because of all the mind-reading that you never found the Vigilante Wolf Killer?”
“I found out it was you. It just took some time because—well, you’re distracting.”
Ugh, this man is soft. I try to fight the smile threatening to split my face. I don’t want to encourage him.
“That reminds me,” he says, sliding his hand down to my ass. “You deserve to be punished for that.”
Then his hand disappears and comes down hard right where it was a second ago. A surprise ripple travels up my body. My cheek flares hot under the sudden sting.
“Too much?” he asks, his eyes intense, trained on my face.
What the fuck?I swallow. I can still feel the sharp pain where his hand landed. My body is hot all over, curious and confused. Only one way to solve the confusion.
I shake my head.
His eyes go darker, and another slap cracks across the other butt cheek, sharp enough to leave it tingling and raw. He smacks me again, and it becomes difficult to breathe.
I’m not confused anymore. I feel light and hot and free. My body shivers with need. When his hand connects with brutal precision again, I let out a long moan.
