Pulse - Part 2 (Pulse 2)

"I'd rather quit you and move on," I state boldly.

"Quit me?" He doesn't turn back to face me. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"I'm not fucking you again," I say each word slowly, making sure it's loud enough that he can't question my intention. "I came here to tell you to stop calling and texting me. Leave me alone."

He shuffles through several papers on his desk before he finally turns back towards me. "It doesn't work that way."

"What?"

"You can't just decide that we're done." The cocked brow that accompanies the statement is clearly meant to intimidate me. It's working.

"This is so ridiculous." I pull a weak laugh through my lips. "You're already fucking other women. I'll be a distant memory by next week."

He charges towards me and heaves me against the wall with his hands. "You don't know what you're talking about."

"I know what you told me." My voice is trembling. I can hear it. He has to hear it too. "You said you were fickle and you liked different women. Don't pretend you haven't been fucking other women the entire time you and I were sleeping together."

"That first night." His hand drops to my thigh. "When I finally got you into my bed," he whispers across my lips. "Do you remember that?"

I nod passively. I know I should push him away. I know I should tell him to fuck off. I can't.

"I licked you until you came all over my face." His tongue traces a pointed line across my jaw. "I've craved that taste since then."

My pulse quickens at the mention of his lips on my body. I can't think about that now. I came here with one purpose. I need to end this before any more damage is done.

"Then you came back and sucked me off." His hand inches higher towards my panties. "I can't stop thinking about you naked, on your knees, my cock in your mouth and you moaning because you couldn’t get enough of it."

My body reacts and I have to take a heavy breath to stifle a moan. "That was then," I offer helplessly.

"This is now." His finger glides across the edge of my panties. "You're so hot and wet right now."

"No," I impulsively try and disagree. I don't want him to know what I'm feeling.

"Jesus, you're already ready. You want me to fuck you right now, don't you?"

"I....no...it's..." I groan as his finger slips under the fabric of my panties and across my slick cleft.

He's on his knees before I can react, my panties pushed to the side. "I've wanted this for days."

I bite my lip to hold back a deep, guttural moan as he claims my wetness. His tongue circles my clit before he pushes a finger along my folds. "You came here for this."

I push my head back into the wall, closing my eyes tightly. I didn't, did I? Does it matter that I bring myself to orgasm every morning when I wake up and think about him fucking him? Does it count that I can't stop thinking about how good it felt when he came down my throat?

"Nathan," I cry out as I near the edge already. I need to tell him to stop. I can't keep doing this with him. It's wrong. He's wrong for me.

"You're so good. You taste so good." He pushe

s his head hungrily between my thighs as he laps up my wetness, purring into my folds. "Come, Jessica. Come now so I can fuck you."

The promise of his beautiful, full cock inside of me pushes me into the middle of an intense orgasm. I almost cry out in pleasure but he's on his feet now, his damp lips pushed into mine, pulling my moans into his body.

I hold onto his lapel as I feel him lift me gently and push me back onto the corner of his desk. My body is so wanting. I feel so reckless. I can't control this need.

"I'm so hard." He pulls a condom from his desk drawer. "I'm going to come before I'm even inside your sweet little body."

I drop to my knees before he has time to respond. I whip my tongue over the head of his cock and I'm gifted with a single drop of pre-cum. I roll it over my tongue before I pull him into my mouth.

"Fuck. Jessica. Jesus," he hisses through his teeth. "It's too good."