Page 82 of Trust Me

Ned is across the hall, working to get things done as well. He and Paul, the dean, are heading to the football game today, while Jasmine and I are traveling to my parents’ house for Thanksgiving dinner.

She’s nervous as hell to meet them, along with my sisters, their spouses, and my niece and nephew. They’re going to love her as much as I do. I haven’t told her yet, not wanting to scare her off since this is all new to her.

It worked out well for us that her dad already had plans today, and her mom is working a twelve-hour shift at the hospital, so they’re having their own family Thanksgiving tomorrow instead. Jasmine is mine for the day, and this way, she doesn’t have to lie to her parents.

I’m finishing up my work when I hear her voice carrying down the hallway. Through my office window, I can see that she’s here to see her dad.

We’re supposed to leave here in an hour, once her dad is gone for the day. I had a driver of mine drop her off so she didn’t walk here by herself and so that she could avoid leaving her car in the parking lot overnight, raising suspicion.

I get up out of my chair, opening my door slightly so that I can hear their conversation. Call it overprotective, but I know how her parents make her feel at times, and if he starts making her uncomfortable, I’ll come up with some way to get her out of there.

I can’t hear much honestly, a random laugh here and there. A few minutes later, Jasmine and her dad exit his office. I watch from my peripheral vision as I pretend to be busy on my computer since they can see right into my office.

“It was nice to see you, Jasmine. I know you’ve been working hard, but your mother and I miss you. I think having you around the house all summer made us realize how much we missed you living at home,” her dad says, looking at her like she’s his entire world.

“I miss you both, too.” She smiles, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay? I have to go to the washroom and then I’m heading home. Have fun at the game, and tell Paul I said hi!”

“All right, I will. Drive safely tomorrow, and have a good night, Jas.” He pulls her into a hug, then parts, heading down the hallway as Jasmine walks in the opposite direction toward the washroom.

She’s stalling, waiting for him to leave and then she’s coming to my office so we can get on the road. Jasmine enters my office after a few minutes, looking fucking edible in her loungewear, a gray cropped hoodie and matching gray sweats.

She plans on changing before we get to my mom’s, wanting to be comfortable during the car ride. But truthfully, she looks good like this. Just the way she is.

I stride over to her, not even saying hello as my mouth crashes onto hers, pushing her back against the door as I lift her and wrap her legs around my waist. She gasps in surprise but quickly reciprocates my need, kissing me back.

We’re insatiable with one another, the pull too fucking strong to ignore when we’re in the same room. I break away from her lips to close and lock my door, then shut my blinds, all while keeping her in my arms.

Jasmine’s chest is heaving, her lips swollen and eyes glazed with lust. I put her body back against the door, taking her lips in a punishing kiss, my lips rough and demanding as my tongue prods between her lips seeking access.

She grants it, letting me taste her and tango with her tongue as we kiss passionately. Her hands are on my waist, gripping me tightly. I slide my hand down her waist and under the waistband of her sweats, groaning when I fail to find her panties.

My voice is husky and low as I speak while running my finger along her wet slit. “Such a fucking brat.”

“I want you to bend me over your desk,” she murmurs as my lips bite the soft skin on her neck, followed by my lips pressing soft kisses over the same spot. This girl is trying to kill me with how perfect she is. I’ve only thought about this exact scenario a thousand times before.

I pull away from her neck, putting her down in front of my desk, and flipping her body so that she’s bent over it. I yank her sweats down in one fluid motion, leaving her pert ass in the air. “You want me to fuck you like this, hmm? And be my dirty little slut?”

“Yes,” she moans in response.

I pull my zipper and jeans down, reaching in my briefs to pull my raging hard cock out, swiping it between her wet lips, back and forth as I tease her. She groans, annoyed with my teasing, and usually, I’d toy with her more, but I feel the need to fill her right this damn second.

I enter her swiftly, sliding right into the hilt, her cunt choking me. She’s so damn tight, wet, and warm. It’s my favorite place to be.

I set a punishing pace, my hips snapping wildly, thrusting into her with abandon. If it weren’t for my hold on her hips, she’d be halfway onto my desk with the way my cock is pounding into her. She moans and cries out in pleasure, the sounds of my favorite melody in the world.

It’s then that a knock sounds on my door.

“Hey, Coach, can we talk for a second?” McCoy calls out through my door.

Jasmine’s head whips around to mine, her eyes wide, lips parting, but no sound leaves her.

“Yeah, give me a few minutes, on the phone,” I bite out, lying through my teeth. I don’t know why the fuck he needs to talk to me now, but he interrupted my time with Jasmine, and that’s time I don’t like to waste.

Jasmine tries to get up, but I push her back down onto my desk, my hand moving to cover her mouth. “No, lie back and take my cock like the good girl you pretend to be,” I whisper, my words a demand.

She moans against my hand, her hips pushing back against mine as she takes control for a bit, moving her cunt up and down my cock. I let her, enjoying watching her ass bounce each time her hips meet mine.

I grab ahold of her hips with one hand, the other still covering her mouth as I take control, fucking her roughly and deeply with each hard thrust of my cock inside of her. Her cunt squeezes me, wrapping around my cock so tightly that my own orgasm hits me, both of us muffling our sounds as I spill into her.

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