Page 48 of Pleading Innocence

Shit. Hearing her say those words shouldn’t have been so fucking powerful. I hovered over her face, her lips just inches away as my chest burned and my pulse raced so fast, my knees buckled. This was too close to be a game anymore. I needed to forfeit.

Forfeit!my mind screamed, but before I knew what was happening, she was tipping up on her toes and placing a kiss on my chin because she still couldn’t reach my lips.

Fuck yes.

Damn it. The warmth of her breath against my neck had me crumbling and I moved my lips into hers. Instant electric shock. It had been so long since I’d held her firm, soft, cool lips in mine. We groaned and moaned in unison, and I slammed my hands on the closed bathroom door behind her head, needing to pull myself off her but unable to.Control yourself, I screamed internally as my member started to grow.This is good. She wants you. Use it to your advantage and get the fuck out of here. This is not for real—this is a game.

The voice in my head tore at me and I grunted, moving to crash my lips against hers without regard for her. But she pulled her lips away before I could get to them, pressing them against my neck, licking her way along my beard, tugging me even lower to whisper in my ear.

“I’ve missed the way you grabbed me, the way you pound into me so hard I can barely breathe. Please. It’s been too long. Please, take me,” she said, kissing my ear and my jaw, licking my neck. “Please,” she breathed.

“Fuck,” I groaned against her lips. I knew she had thrown all her resolve out the window now that she was begging me. Reason didn’t make sense. Nothing else mattered for her at this moment but her desire for me. My heart felt like it was going to rip my chest open if I didn’t give in to what I felt for her already. Crunching my fingers, I dragged my nails across the wood of the door. I couldn’t give in. This was going too far.

This was just supposed to be a game of seduction that would leave me walking away with something to use against her in court. This wasn’t about fucking her again.

I couldn’t.

Before I could even think about what I was doing, one hand was opening the bathroom door and my other hand was grabbing her ass and scooping her up over my hips as we dipped inside and locked the door behind us, using the safety lock. She gripped me with her limbs, climbing me like a tree, shoving her hand in my hair and holding on to my head as she kissed me desperately.

My throbbing dick pushed at the zip of my pants and my legs felt like they were going to fail in holding me up. I placed her on the bathroom counter, and she looked at me with such hunger, I couldn’t think straight. I wasn’t sure what I was doing, all I knew was that I wanted her.

It had been so long without her, I was starving.

She reached for my pants buckle and I let her dip her hand down my pants to grab me. Fuck. It was fucking on now. Pulling her closer to me by the waist of her pants, I moved too fast to allow logic a space in my brain. “Fuck,” I groaned as her zipper came undone. I dragged her pants over her hips and let them hang at her thighs because the wait to pull them off her was unbearable. Grabbing both her legs with one arm, I flung them close to her face so that she was bent up like a pretzel, exposing her juicy folds to me.

I should’ve stopped. There were a number of other ways in which I could’ve won, but the truth was that while staring at her plumped-up labia and watching her surrender to me, it became clear to me that I didn’t care about winning anymore—not as much as I’d thought that I did—with her like this, so vulnerable before me.

When it came to Tiffany, the only thing I fucking cared about was the fact that she didn’t seem to want me, that she left and didn’t look back. The thought of her hating me made me desperate to hate her too because it was easier than wanting what I couldn’t have. But I knew now that I was wrong about her wanting me by the way she was swearing and begging me to fuck her. The voice in my head became a screaming, fading whisper.You’re such an idiot. I bet she saw this coming, that this was all a part of her game to screw you over.

The only type of ‘coming’ I was interested in was hers and I was more than happy to be screwed by her.You don’t have to protect me anymore,I thought to myself, bidding the voice of doubt farewell before dipping my head and growling as the salty, metallic slickness of her coated my tongue. Damn, I wanted so much more than would be possible to have of her in this courtroom bathroom, in this position.

It would bring me great bliss to drown in her and have a fucking tombstone put up saying that I died in heaven. Fuck, in order to quench this hunger, this thirst, I needed to fuck her for several days and several nights without pause. Her taste was intoxicating and it dizzied me, making the room spin as I grabbed on to her hips to keep me centered in her reality.

“Yes, yes! Please,” she said, pressing her palm into the mirror behind her head, as her neck crooked uncomfortably against her shoulder.

As uncomfortable as she looked, she moaned and sobbed her consent until I couldn't stand it anymore. My dick had been in many women since the first time we’d hooked up. When I’d tried to walk in Anthony’s shoes, because he’d been trying to get over her too, those women did nothing to satiate the hunger I had for Tiffany. Nothing could. My hand was pathetic and useless as I used it many nights trying to trick myself into believing that she was wrapped around me, failing to reach climax because she was simply incomparable. And here she was before me again, promising me nirvana.

A thrill ran through my arms and fingertips as I pulled her off the counter and bent her forward, shoving my underpants just low enough for my full length to fuck her raw. She reached behind me, grabbing my hips and slamming me against her, mirroring my desperation as she sobbed.

My tight, hard dick was resting between her legs. My hips bucked as I thrusted slightly. “Fuck, I don’t have protection,” I grunted, letting my body dissolve into a puddle from the way it felt to have my cock slide between her smooth thighs.

“Please, just fuck me,” she said.

Groaning, I asked, “You sure?”

She grabbed my face and looked me straight in the eyes. “Fuck me, Jared.”

My body shook. I shouldn’t.

But I did, clasping my hand around my dick, shaking as I pressed it against her thin hole that parted for me and gripped me upon entry.

“Oh, shit.” My heart was defibrillated, and it made me dizzy from the impact. “Fuck, I missed you,” I said, meaning it as I railed her, grabbing her by the neck and fucking her like I hadn’t fucked in years. I fucked that pussy until I could hear it slapping and sucking me, farting and grabbing me.

Her strong orgasm stormed out of her, and I felt her walls squeeze the shit out of me as she froze against my body, gripping my hand on her hip and cutting off my circulation while she screamed in pleasure. Fuck, I wasn’t far behind, grabbing her around the belly and holding her against my body, squeezing her breast beneath that shirt and swearing in her ear before pulling out at the last minute, blasting bullets against her ass.

Oxygen became scarce and my body felt like I needed bed rest.

“Mmm,” I moaned against the back of her neck as she threw her arm back and gripped me around mine. My hips were still thrusting against her, saddened by the fact it was over already.