Page 50 of I Despise You

As I’m trying to catch my breath, he lets go of me and pulls his shirt over his head, tossing it aside.

He reaches into one of the drawers and pulls out a condom. While he unzips his pants, I realize this is my chance to tell him to stop.

But I don’t want him to stop.

I’ve never been surer about something.

I hope I don’t regret my decision.

When he’s on top of me again, I spread my legs wider and lift my hips. He bends his head to kiss me, and he captures my wrists above my head with one hand. The tip of his cock brushes my opening, and then he slams himself inside me in one quick move.

I gasp as he fills me, and he pulls out a moment later, only to dive back inside. My pleasure builds and builds as he pumps in and out of me. His hands move to my breasts, kneading. His fast, hard thrusts push my body against the carpet, which chafes my skin, but I don’t mind.

When Chase’s hand wraps around my throat, I meet his gaze.

And I’m still not afraid.

He slightly increases the pressure on my neck as he pounds into me. He holds onto me, and my breath comes out in small gasps, the pleasure inside me building to the tipping point.

His fingers squeeze, and just as my breath cuts off, I reach my peak, my body shuddering with it. Chase lets go of me a moment later, pushing inside me one more time. A low sound comes out of his throat, and he envelops me with his body, his face pressed against mine.

He gives me a kiss before rolling off me, and as my chest heaves, my body spent and tingling, I wonder what the hell I’m doing.

I can’t fall for Chase.

I can’t.

But it’s already too late.