PULSE (Part Four)(15)

"We can't do that again." There's absolutely no conviction in my tone. My eyes don't stray from his massive cock, which has now sprung right back to life.
"Jessica." A heavy sigh escapes through his moist lips. "Look what you do to me."
I lick my bottom lip as I cast my gaze from his face right back to his dick. "Nathan, we can't do it again."
"Jesus, I'm so hard." He pulls his large hand over the head of his cock as I stare open-mouthed at it. "I can't get enough of you. I never will."
I pull myself back to my knees. One more time can't hurt, can it? It won't matter if I take that big, beautiful cock between my lips now and slide my tongue over the wide head and…
"Oh f*ck, me." The words tumble from him as I slide my mouth over him in one single movement.
I nod, before reaching up to cup his balls in one hand while I circle the thick root with the other. I feel my eyes roll back in my head at the sensation of his cock in my mouth again.
"Jessica. Christ, please." His hands jump to my hair. I wince as he pulls hard on the strands, fisting them as I slide my mouth steadily up and down. "Suck it. You suck me so good."
I rally back on my heels as I hear the words. "Yes," I whisper around the girth.
"You want this," he challenges. "You've always wanted this."
He's right. I can't argue with him. I want to feel him in my mouth and on my tongue. I want him to take pleasure from my body. I want him to feel everything I'm giving to him now.
"I'm going to shoot my load down your throat. I'm going to fill you with it." He's pumping harder now, his cock touching the back of my throat with every thrust. I have to adjust my knees to give myself more traction. It's so much. It's too much. It's way too f*cking good.
"Jessica. That's it." His hands pull hard on my head, guiding it, adjusting it to take all of him in. "Suck it like that."
I moan around the root as I feel his balls constrict in my hand. I brace myself. He's going to come. He's going to come for me now.
"Fuck, yes. Fuck." The words are loud, clipped and breathless as he pumps everything he has into my body.

Chapter 17

"I can't come back here." I don't mean it. It's what I should say though, right? He's too controlling, too demanding, too manipulating and too appealing when he's standing naked in front of me.
"Did you find your shoe?" He reaches his hand out to grasp mine. "I think it fell under the bed."
I place my hand in his as he pulls me and my wayward shoe up. "It's here."
He grabs it quickly and tosses it back under the bed. "You need to get back on your hands and knees and look for it."
I cock a brow and look down at his once again erect cock. "How? Just how, Nathan?"
"How what?" He pulls a smile across his delicious lips.
"How can you be hard again already?" I kneel back down to retrieve my shoe yet again. "How many times in a row can you actually f*ck a woman?"
"Any other woman, once." He takes my shoe from me and kneels down. "You, endlessly."
"Don't be charming." I rest my hand on the back of his head as he slides my foot into the shoe. "I can't be mad at you when you're charming."
"Are you wet again?" His hands are on my thighs, pushing the hem of my shift dress up. "I want to taste you again before you leave."
"Nathan, no." I push helplessly at his hands. "We can't."
"Do you mean, no, Nathan stop and don't lick my beautiful body until I come?" He grazes his tongue over my thigh. "Or do you mean, Nathan, don't stop until I come over and over again from you licking me?"
I close my eyes as my hands lace through his hair. "Nathan," I whisper. "Please."
He moans loudly as his tongue traces hot over my panties before he pushes them aside and plunges his face into my wetness.

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"You're actually leaving this time?" The amusement skirting the edge of the question isn't lost on me.
"I need to go." I take a few steps back to try and create a barrier between us. "Don't you have clothes you can put on?" I search the ground for the jeans and t-shirt he was wearing when I arrived.
"I'll get dressed and I can go with you." He races towards his closet to pull out a pair of navy pants and a light blue dress shirt. "Formal, semi-formal? Where are we going?"
"I'm going to look at places to live." I pull my hair back into a hastily thrown together ponytail. "You're staying here."
He drops the clothes in his hands to the floor and bolts towards me. "Wait. You're doing what?"
"I can't live with Rebecca anymore." I breathe in heavily as I continue, "I feel weird about it and she gives you status updates when I'm brushing my teeth and eating a sandwich."
"Only when you leave the crust behind," he jokes. "We're not doing that anymore. You don't have to move out of there."
"I don't trust her," I say it with regret. I don't. Our relationship is on shaky ground right now and it's important to me that we salvage it. I can't do that if I'm living with her.
"I think you should reconsider." His hand rests on my elbow. "She's a good friend."
"A good friend wouldn’t have convinced me to sneak into your hotel room that night."
"What do you mean?" His brow furrows. "She told you to go into my suite that night?"