Tina is sleeping down the hall, soft and warm, smelling like fucking vanilla and sin. The scent of her still clings to me. It’s been hours since I touched her, kissed her, tasted her. And I still can’t draw a full breath.
I rub a hand down my face, pacing my office like a caged animal. My entire body is tight, my blood pulsing, my cock heavy and swollen. Refusing to settle even after I’ve already come twice tonight, fist wrapped tight around my steel-rock shaft, her name on my lips.
But it’s not enough. It’ll never be enough.
I should keep my focus sharp. But all I can think about is her. Her mouth, her tits, that fucking mouthwatering ass, her soft-as-butter skin, the way she tasted on my tongue…
My mind keeps going back to earlier in the library. Her body shaking, her hoarse cries, her nails digging into my skin.
Fuck, I should’ve fucked her. Stripped her bare, bent her over a table, and filled her so deep she’d never question who she belongs to.
Instead, I tucked her into her bed like a goddamn idiot.
I slam my fist into the wall. The sharp crack vibrating through my knuckles.
I need to stay away from this girl. Need to fucking focus. Viktor’s gone for a couple more days, and he trusted me to keep Marie and Tina safe. But I’m the biggest danger to her. I wanna wreck this girl and put her back together
I can’t stop thinking about her just down the hall. Her soft body, naked under the sheets, waiting, calling for me.
I groan, palming my cock through my pants. I’m still hard and aching.
Fuck.
I jerk my slacks down, freeing myself. I’m pulsing with every beat of my heart. The need to fuck her burns inside me, dark, twisted, violent.
I sink back into my chair, gripping myself rough and fast, the way I know she’ll need it.
Images flood my mind. Tina’s mouth open wide, her soft, warm tongue working my cock. Her full, round tits bouncing. Her pussy lips wet and swollen, parting as I spread her open and fuck her deep.
“Fuck, baby…” I groan, stroking faster. “Gonna fucking ruin you… break you…”
I grab my shirt off the floor. It still smells like her, and drag it to my face. Tina’s scent hits me like a fucking drug, sharp and sweet.
I work my cock faster, harder, my balls drawing tight. I can still feel her taste on my tongue, her juices dripping down my chin. My hand tightens, my teeth gritting as I picture her body under mine, soft and helpless, while I pound into her.
My hips jerk, muscles locking tight.
“Yes, baby… fucking take it,” I snarl through clenched teeth.
The tingle at the base of my spine spreads throughout my body, and hot ropes of cum spill over my knuckles. Thick and heavy, marking my skin. My chest heaves as I slump back in the chair, sweat slicking my skin.
And… I’m still hard, still starving for her. Fuck.
I wipe my hand on the shirt, toss it aside, and drag a hand down my face.
I can’t fucking take this.
I need her.
I need to own every fucking inch of this girl. Until her body knows my touch better than her own. Until she forgets her own fucking name and only remembers the one I’ll have her moaning for me.
