Sneak Attack (Tapped Out 2)

She whimpered, the ripples of her pussy around my length the closest thing she gave to a reply. But that wasn’t enough for me. Not anymore.

I slapped her bottom, hard. She cried out, the sound low and needy, and pressed her cheek to the wood. Her eyes were shut, her mouth open as her whimpers slipped free. I waited until her skin bloomed pink enough that I could see it even in the limited light and then I slapped her other cheek, using my palm not to soothe the sting, but to push it deeper into her flesh.

Maybe we were dysfunctional. Right then I didn’t fucking care. I needed to mark her, she needed to hurt. I was the only one who could make her ache this way. The only one who loved her enough to keep her safe while I gave her pain.

“God, Tray. Yes.” She scraped her nails over the side of the desk, using her other hand to tug at the front of her top. Her skin flashed in my peripheral vision. Fuck, she’d pulled down her tank and freed her breast from her bra. That taut nipple tormented me, bouncing as I rode her hard. I reached over and claimed my prize, twisting the hot peak between my fingers. “God, I’m going to—”

“Wait for me.” I used my chin to shove aside the braid at her nape, finally finding flesh. I closed my teeth over the area at the base of her skull that would make her scream and forged even deeper, swiveling so that I rubbed every spot she needed me to rub.

In this way, at least, I knew her. In every other, she was a mystery wrapped in an enigma covered in barbed wire and glass.

My heart surged in my chest, its beat frenetic for her. Only for her. She sent the blood crashing through my veins, the heat suffusing my skin. Every part of me tuned to her, inexorably.

Holy fuck, I loved her.

My fingers strummed her nipple, alternately soft and abrupt, confusing her senses. Layering need upon need until we were both shaking and sweaty, rocking the desk so hard that I half expected one of the legs to snap. My teeth grazed the back of her neck again and a tendril of her hair caught on my lips. “Now, baby. Now.”

“Yes. Now. Please.”

That single word from her was always my undoing. I heard it so rarely. Please.

I pulled out and pushed deep once more, holding as the pressure in my spine and balls and heart finally exploded in a shout I smothered against her shoulder. She cried out again, still rolling her hips, carrying me away with her as her orgasm barreled through her system, hot and endless. Her pussy pulsed, milking my dick like a fucking champ. I fisted my hand in her hair and dragged her head back, craning my neck until I could cover her mouth with mine and feed her the last air I had left. Sharing that just as I shared everything else.

She trembled beneath me, a fresh jolt moving through her when I sucked on her lower lip. Her eyes opened, her drowsy gaze fastening on mine. In it I saw everything she didn’t say. It had been weeks since she’d told me she loved me, but I saw the truth shining there, buried so deep that maybe even she’d forgotten.

One way or another, I had to dig it out of her again. I’d done it before. She’d fallen in love with me against her will, and if I had to hold that will hostage to get what I needed from her, I damn well would. I’d always backed off when I sensed she needed space, not wanting to dredge up anything painful from

her past. But maybe it needed to be dredged. Maybe I needed to take the risk that my chains were exactly what she craved.

“You made me say I was yours last night.” Her voice vibrated with something dark and hot. Leftover desire, nerves, simple need. “You didn’t return the favor.”

My hips seemed to move all on their own, driving my softening cock deeper into the recesses of her body. She made a choked sound, like a trapped scream. One I felt duty bound to help her set free.

“Make me, Mia,” I breathed.

Challenge lit in her eyes and she slapped a hand on the desk, causing her breast to sway, nipple still tight. Her pussy clasped me so hard that she stole my last remaining breath. Then she kicked me back and pivoted to kneel before me, her hand closing around my happily abused cock. She licked her lips, eyeing it with abject appreciation. Some girls would shy away from tasting themselves on their lover’s flesh. Not Mia. She lapped at the head of my dick with relish, the hungry noises emitting from her throat stoking my briefly sated lust higher.

I knew how difficult it had once been for her to enjoy this act. That she could—and that I could with her, knowing her past—proved we’d come a long way, even if we still had miles to go.

“I own this.” Her warm breath bathed my slick skin, soaked with our arousal and from her slippery mouth. Her fingers tightened at the root and she sucked the head, her lips forming a perfect seal as she hummed over my shaft. She moved back long enough to whisper against the tip. “You put it anywhere else and you’ll wish you hadn’t. Got it?”

In spite of my newly pained condition, I grinned and slid my hand into her wildly messy hair. Messing up Mia was my favorite thing to do. “Actually there are a few other places I’d like to put it.” She tensed and I nudged my knee between her breasts. “There.”

Her shoulders visibly relaxed and her tongue snaked out again. “Mmm.” Her eyes flashed up to mine and held while she slowly, sinuously licked my cock. God help me, it was a miracle I didn’t blow again, that fast.

“You have other places it could go too.” I tugged on her hair, drawing her head back so I could thrust gently into her mouth. “Someday when I’m spanking that fine ass, maybe I’ll do more. And you’ll let me. You’ll beg me to.”

Her only answer was to reach behind me and spank my ass hard as she hauled my dick deeper into her throat. There wasn’t any dark, dirty thing I wanted to do that my girl wasn’t down for. We were matched, right down the line.

I couldn’t help chuckling even as an inadvertent spasm of my hips nearly sent her tumbling backward. She never let go, lips or hands. Her throat undulated with every long suck.

Fisting a handful of her braid, I directed her the way I needed, cursing from the decadent pleasure of her throat opening up for me. Groans left me in staccato bursts, and another flex of my pelvis sent her clattering into the desk again. Her mouth never stopped working. Damn, I was so fucking close already.

Then my gaze zeroed in on the punching bag in the corner.

And the small hill of sand beneath it.

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