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“God, I fucking love you, Lissa. Thank fuck you were the one who picked up my case at the clinic.”
She wriggled on that desk, and wrapped a hand around my cock, which was still hard, and straining in her direction, like it was fed up with my dithering. She stroked me, while I tried tohold back a shuddering groan at the blissful sensations that just her hand was sending back down into my balls.
“I really don’t wanna spunk in your hand, babe.”
She burst out laughing. “Really? You used the word ‘spunk’? I don’t know… it’s not very romantic, is it? I don’t think you’re really trying to woo me, Ice.” She shoved at my chest, and I backed off, frowning at her in confusion.
She stepped closer to drag a nail firmly down my chest, snagging at the fabric of my shirt.
“I’m still mostly dressed, and you want to fuck me, right?”
I nodded, grabbing for that finger, but she ducked back, leaving me with nothing but air.
“Does that door lock?” I nodded again, starting to feel like one of those damn bobblehead things.
Lissa
Ijustwantedhimoutof his damn head, and he was determined to stay there, so I decided to push things again.
“Then I guess you’d better manage to lock it before I get there, or I’ll make it out into the hallway, and you’ll never get to fuck me.” I watched his eyes narrow, as the challenge sank into his bones. He offered me a sharp nod, and then we were both running for the door, his hand slamming against it a split second before I could pull the handle. I backed up a step as he used the other hand to turn the lock, his eyes never leaving mine.
Suddenly we were firmly back in the mindset of predator and prey, my heart starting to throb in my chest at the dark threat inhis eyes. I turned, and ran across the room, dodging the desks, as he cursed, and gave chase, his boots thudding so close behind me that I knew he was a split second away from catching me. Just before he could take hold of me, I ducked, and scurried under a desk into the middle of the room, and a dark chuckle was his only response.
He leapt over the desk, one hand planted on the surface, and then he was back on two feet, stalking me to the corner of the room, while I glanced in both directions, plotting my next move. A grin crept across Ice’s face, as he watched me frantically planning my escape.
As I faked to the left, and then turned and ran in the opposite direction, a strong arm caught around my middle, and another fisted my hair, catching me with my side firmly against his chest.
“Nice try, little vixen, but you made one mistake there.”
I struggled half-heartedly against his firm grip.
“No I didn’t. You just got lucky.”
He chuckled as he pressed his face into my hair, breathing in deeply.
“I’m about to get so fucking lucky.”
“Fuck you.”
“No, sweet little prey… I’m gonna fuckyou.”
I fought against his hold, pretending that I really didn’t want him, while he dragged me down onto the carpet with him, one hand locking around my throat as he loomed over me. He leaned close enough to stare into my eyes as I pushed at his chest, and squirmed against the hand unfastening my trousers, and sliding inside to rub hard at my clit.
“God… no, Ice, stop… stop touching me.” Even to my own ears, my protests sounded feeble and breathy.
His eyes stayed on mine the whole time, a grin slowly stretching across his face as he balanced my words against thelust in my eyes, and the way I squirmed against his fingers, even as I tried to deny my need.
“Nah… I think I’m gonna keep touching you, babe. I think I’m gonna do whatever the fuck I want to you, because you’re mine, and nobody’s getting in here to save you from me.”
Again, his words should have terrified me, or worried me, but they just made me even wetter than I already was. Ice moved his hands to my jeans, tugging at the waist of them, while I rolled, and swore at him, all the while helping him ease them down, while acting like I was trying to stop him.
His hand returned to my throat as he finally got them down far enough to use them to control my ankles, trapping me while he pushed my knees apart. His fingers slid between my legs, and ploughed straight through the slickness my body always produced when he was close.
“You always get this wet when you don’t wanna fuck, babe? Listen to my fingers sliding inside you… so dirty… not so prissy anymore, huh?”
Forty-Five
Shehadn’tevenrealisedshe’d stopped pretending to fight me, as her hips moved in time with my fingers, lifting as I thrust in, so my fingers went deeper each time. Jesus Christ, I just wanted it to be my dick, but was she expecting more of this fucking preamble first? Or could I just slam it in, and start fucking her? My fingers slowed as my confidence started to fade again, and uncertainty crept in.
