you?” His hand slips under my pleated skirt, baring my ass to him. His palms it, squeezing and massaging the flesh there. It feels so fucking good. I yelp when he brings his hand down hard, striking me.
“What the fuck?” I hiss.
Conner leans over me, covering me with his big, strong body. His lips caress my ear but his hand remains on my ass. “Did it hurt, baby?”
“You know it did.”
“So I probably shouldn’t do this, then?”
Crack.
The motion jolts me forward, my skin stinging.
“Fuck, Conner, that was—”
“Shh, baby. Take it like a good girl and you’ll be rewarded.” He slides a finger through my ass cheeks and dips it inside my pussy. A soft moan escapes my lips.
“If you want more, keep your hands on the desk and don’t fucking move.” His tone is sharp, harsh even. But I know it’s a game. All part of Conner’s need for control.
He whacks me again, but this time I swallow the cry. It hurts, it hurts so fucking much, but I can’t deny that the way he rubs his warm hand over the tender skin feels good.
“So fucking strong,” he murmurs to himself, lost in whatever thoughts are running through his head.
I glance over my shoulder, watching as he unbuttons his pants and frees his heavy cock. Conner palms himself a couple of times before running it through my ass cheeks. He’s almost at my entrance, teasing me with the tip.
“Conner,” I beg, a deep ache beginning to build inside me again.
“Shh, baby.” His palm collides with my skin again and my head falls onto my hand as I bite back the sting of pain. But then Conner is there, gently massaging my pussy with the head of his cock.
“Do you want this?” he grits out.
I nod, my eyes heavy with lust as I look back at him.
“You want me to impale you with it?”
“Oh God, yes...” I lick my lips. I’m no longer Kennedy. I’m reduced to nothing more than a collection of sensations and feelings.
“What would you do for it?” He smirks, nudging my clit, making me mewl.
“Anything, I’ll do anything.” I’ll fall at his feet and pray, if that’s what it takes.
“Say it.” His hand runs up my spine, grabbing the back of my neck. Conner yanks me up. “Say the words, K.”
I don’t even need to ask what he’s referring to.
“I love you,” I breathe.
His expression softens as relief washes over him. “You love me, babe?”
“You know I do.”
“Good girl.” He grins. “Now, it’s time for your reward.” Pushing me back against the desk, Conner gives me no warning as he slams inside of me.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Conner
Her walls ripple around me and every muscle in my body relaxes. This is exactly where I needed to be. Fuck class and AP math. Fuck school. I just need my girl.
My temperature soars as I think about those three little words she just said to me.
I knew she felt them. I could see the truth every time she looked at me, every time she tried to 'fix' me, but for whatever reason, she was keeping them locked down. Well, no longer. This is it now. This is us. No secrets, no hidden pasts, just us.
"Fuck, Conner," she screams as I slam balls deep inside her, taking her as I should have been all this time, giving her what she needs.
I won't lie—as I drove us home last night, there was a part of me that was worried what happened was going to be a one-time thing. That once the adrenaline from the fight and finding her there subsided, my fear was going to come racing back as strong as ever. It was threatening to in that dressing room when I saw the state of her covered in my blood.
"Kennedy," I growl, my release beginning to show its face. It might have only been a few hours since I woke her with an orgasm followed by one of my own, but I need this so fucking bad. It's like she's woken me up and I suddenly need everything I've missed out on in the past few weeks all at once. "Are you going to come, K? You gonna come all over my cock?"
"Yes, yes."
Reaching around her, I tease her clit with my fingertips, making her pussy clamp down.
"Fuck, you feel so good wrapped around me." My grip on her hair tightens as my thrusts get more and more erratic.
"Come, K. Come right fucking now." I slam into her one last time as my