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With an angry sweep of her arm, Jess
interrupted him and books, pens, and glasses clattered to the
floor.
"No!" she said adamantly. "We're not gonna
talk about it. All we're going to do is fuck. That's what we're
good at, that's what makes sense and it's the only thing that'll
make me feel whole again."
Her words were like a screech on a snow
covered mountain, and the desire building in his chest was the
avalanche that would consume them both.
"God damn it!" Jess said balling her fists.
Davis' mouth fell open as she slammed them down, open palm, on his
cleared desk. She curved her back, her tight ass dangling in the
air. It was so close.
"Fuck me!" she screamed, throwing her hair
down, her blonde strands spreading across the mahogany. "Please,
Davis. PLEASE."
Before he could talk himself out of it, he
went to her, crashing his rock hard cock into her oozing cunt. He
bathed his meat in her throbbing flesh. He let out a growl of
satisfaction as he felt her desire sinking into his pores, into his
very soul.
Jess was saying something, her fingers
digging into the wood, but her words were silent to him. As he
thrust his cock harder, deeper in her pussy, all he could hear was
the thunder of his own heart.
Jess was clawing like some wild, feral cat
but everything was hazy. There was nothing but the warmth, gripping
his cock and fitting him like a favorite pair of gloves. He knew
she could feel it too...she thrashed back and forth like something
possessed her, her body trembling and shaking like she was going to
explode.
When she screamed, "Stop!" at the top of her
lungs, it was like a razor across his throat, severing his carotid
artery and shocking him with the glory of death . But it wasn't his
neck that bled...when he staggered backward pulling his still erect
dick from Jess' pussy, he saw that blood was running in rivers down
her legs. He clutched the side of his desk as the room started to
spin out of control.
He swallowed and tried to focus. Jess was
sinking to the floor, sobs of horror racking her thin frame.
He realized with sickening surety what he'd
done. Lost in his need to just mindlessly fuck, he'd hurt her. He
sunk to his knees, his face crumbling. Jess hadn't been squirming
with unbridled pleasure and shrieking with delight...she'd been
trying to tell him to slow down, to take it easy.
"Oh my god," he garbled. "What have I
done?!?"
Chapter Two
All Alone (Jess)
Jess' eyes fluttered as she blinked into the
warm sunlight that filtered in from the open balcony.
She immediately glanced to her left, hoping
to see Davis' sleeping form beside her. She was alone.
A pang of disappointment flashed in her chest
as she rubbed her eyes and let out a yawn.
Could she really blame him? Last night was
insane. When she'd ripped her shirt off and hulked out, demanding
for him to fuck her, she'd imagined slow caresses as he rocked his
cock in her waiting pussy. After all, a few hours ago before she
told him the truth, he'd almost blurted that he loved her. How
could she have known that he was going to rip her pussy open as he
slammed her into the desk, oblivious to her pleas?
When he'd realized that she wasn't crying out
in ecstasy, he'd stopped immediately. She'd fallen apart--Davis was
supposed to be her salvation...the one person on earth that cared
about her.
He'd sobbed like an infant then threw up for
ten minutes straight and she'd realized that his disregard was
partly due to the alcohol. She'd lost count of how many times he
slurred how sorry he was and that he deserved to go to jail.
But Jess knew that he hadn't intended to hurt
her. It took a special kind of man to cry in front of a lover. She
knew he didn't have a hateful bone in his body and his actions
later that night proved it.
Still drunk as a skunk, he'd scooped her in
his arms and took her to the master bathroom. She'd barely been
able to stifle her giggles as he'd drawn a bath. Anyone else would
have tossed her a towel and left it to her