Page 45 of The Man I Once Hated

Edwards fingers brush along my neck and finally settle in my hair, where he grabs a fistful, jerking my head back.

“I said behave,” he commands, the tip of his cock playing at my entrance. He rocks back and forth, teasing me with it. “If you don’t, I’m stopping.”

I release a slow, shaky breath as I nod yet again, returning to my previous stance. My clit pulses with the need he’s taking his time in satisfying, and I just know the pay-off is going to be mind-blowing. It always is, the longer he makes me wait.

“That’s better,” Edward says, stepping closer to me, positioning himself firmly between my widely spread legs.

Fingers still clenching my hair, he pushes my head down so that I nearly kiss his desk. With his cock poised at my entrance, he places his other hand on my hip to hold me in place, gripping me harder than usual.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” he says. “But I’m not going to make you come, you hear me? You don’t come until I say you can.”

A feverish moan shudders out of me before I can get control of my body again, and I suck it back with a tiny gasp. He’s going to make me pay for that, I just know it.

Another slap to my behind rings out and he gives my hair a tug. “Quiet, or else…”

I nod urgently, the coil in my belly tightening to the point where it’s about ready to implode and take me down with it. He has to be feeling this too. There’s no way he’s this close and not having to fight this overwhelming need for release.

“That’s it,” he whispers, his hand back on my hip, fingers digging in. “That’s my girl.”

Edward drives his cock into me at that very moment. I get my answer by the ravenous groan that tears out of him as he buries himself inside me. Yes, he’s been feeling exactly the same. He’s shaking, breathing hard to regain his control, then pulls out and slams into me again. And again.

My sweaty palms slip dangerously on his desk as I try to take the impact of his thrusts, coming at me with increasing speed. The hand he’s kept on my hip glides around my front, one finger slipping between my folds. I bite down on the inside of my cheek to keep from crying out. I have to behave. I don’t want him to stop.

The pressure on my clit sends waves pulsing through me, quaking down my legs as Edward edges me closer and closer. With my heart thumping in my ears, I remember his orders. I’m not allowed to come until he tells me to. Oh, God… My body is coming undone with every stroke and I don’t know if I’ll be able to hold it off.

I try to even out my breathing, to focus on the forgotten pen rocking on the desk in front of me. I want to behave. I want to be so good for him. Both his hands are on my hips now as he thrusts into me, harder, the sound of our sweaty skin and my dripping core filling the space between us.

Edward’s breathing gets heavier, short, quick pants falling on my neck with the way he’s bent over me, driving into me with everything he’s got.

“My God, Cara, you’re behaving so well.” His words are choked up, strangled with the twisting pressure of his looming climax. “I’m going to reward you if you keep this up. That’s it. Just like that.”

The walls of my pussy are clamping around his rock-hard shaft, calling me closer and closer to where I most want to be. I squeeze my eyes shut and focus hard on my breathing again. Ducks on a pond. I can do this. I can behave for him.

A desperate moan breaks out of Edward and he speeds up even more, all restraint gone. He drives into me with such force, it sends his desk rocking under me. And then a primal sound that I haven’t heard before spills out of him as he thrashes into me, keeping his throbbing cock deep inside while he empties himself. Quivering through the hardest climax I’ve experienced with him, his body spasms its way back to calm.

I squirm against him, the feel of of his cock still inside me too delicious to ignore. I want to come with him still there. I want to come so fucking badly.

But I know I have to wait, and I have to do it quietly.

I grind my ass against him again, silently begging for his permission. Surely now he will have to take mercy on me?

Breathless and shaking, Edward allows his cock to slip out of me. The sudden emptiness almost drags a disappointed moan from my chest, but I swallow it back down. I’ve come too far to lose my chance.

Still bent over his desk, I hear movement behind me. Edward is pulling up his pants, the zipper alerting me to something out of the ordinary. As I straighten, he’s moving to take up his seat again, back behind his desk. I’m about to ask what the hell is going on, but remember the rules and settle for frowning at him wordlessly.

“Sit here.” He leans back in his leather desk chair and pats the spot on his desk in front of him.

My stomach flips and I hurry over, sliding onto his desk. He hikes my dress up and takes hold of each of my ankles, placing my heels on either side of him. A gush of juice drips out of me, spread open in front of him like this, his eyes fixed on my glistening core. Edward’s tongue comes out to wet his lips as he gazes down at my most vulnerable spot.

“You can come now,” he says, looking up at me. Then he takes my hand and guides it between my legs. “But do it slowly.”

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Edward

“What is this place?” Zach asks as he takes a seat at our table, fashionably late as usual.

Ethan shrugs and signals the waiter over. “I thought a change of scenery would be good.”

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