Page 15 of Strike & Score
Though, I know that’s not going to last much longer.
I take full advantage, pressing myself completely against her so she can feel how hard I am. I know she does by the gasp she lets out. I tighten my grip around her throat, kissing her viciously before pulling back.
Mayson’s eyes are hazy as she looks up at me, but when it finally registers that I’mme,they harden and she clenches her jaw while trying to push me away.
I let go and allow her to push me away from her with a chuckle.
“What the fuck was that?” she screeches.
“A kiss, ever had one before?”
She’s across the room, but turns to face me with her hands on her hips and fire in her eyes. It only makes me want to grab her and pull her underneath me on her bed, so I can fuck her into next week. But not yet.
“Yes, I have. I’ve done a lot more than you think,” she sasses, and instantly my eyes narrow. I storm back over to her, crowding her against her desk, caging her in with my hands on either side of her hips.
“Tell me, what have you done?” I challenge.
She lifts her chin up, her brown eyes searing into me, burning with so much hatred and desire. It makes me want to take what’s left of her virginity right here on this desk.
“Wouldn’t you like to know.”
“Yeah, actually I would,” I push, trailing my finger down her jaw, onto her neck, to her shoulder, moving lower. “Has some asshole touched you here?” I graze over her bra covered chest.
“Maybe,” she taunts.
A rumble sounds from the back of my throat, not liking her answer. But I continue, moving lower to her waistband and down to cup her over her shorts.
“And what about here?”
She smirks. I can see how she’s going to answer before she even opens that pouty little mouth of hers. “What if someone has?”
“Then you’re going to tell me who…” I grip her even tighter and she tenses. “And I’ll kill him.”
“You’re not as tough as you think you are.” She raises her chin up at me.
I hum, moving from cupping her pussy to her hand and guiding it to my erection. She gasps and tries to pull away, but I don’t let her, holding her hand tightly against me.
“Have you touched anyone like this?” The anger is obvious in my voice and with the way I’m gripping her hand to squeeze me. It makes me want to push her hand inside my pants to feel how tightly she would wrap around me. How she would pump and fuck me with her soft hand.
“I’ve done more than that.”
I grip her throat with my free hand again, tilting her head back, and pulling her bottom lip that’s swollen from my teeth down.
“Have you had another man’s cock in this bitchy little mouth?”
Her tongue peeks out and licks the tip of my thumb. It makes me tighten her hand around my cock even more. Butshe doesn’t answer me, and it only makes me want to force the answer from her.
“Mayson,” I threaten.
“Hm?”
“Have you sucked a cock before?”
“Doesn’t matter if I have because I’llneversuck yours.”
I lean closer to her face again. “You also believed you’d never kiss me, and now I know what your mouth tastes like.”
She squeezes my dick hard enough that I grunt. She leans closer to my face, mischief written all over hers. “Well, guess what? Ihavehad another guys dick in my mouth. Ihavefelt him in my hand and Ihavehadhiscum mark my skin. And there’s not a damn thing you can do about it.”
