UNBEARABLE

He picked me up in his solid arms as though I weighed nothing and strode over to the large brown desk across the room. He swept his arm impatiently across the surface, scattering papers onto the floor, and deposited me on my back on the cold wood. My legs were dangling over the edge. He pushed my legs up so the soles of my feet lay flat on the surface, my toes curling over the edge.

He chuckled, "you are breathtaking."

I stared at him with so much hate. "You are not. I hate you and I don't want to do this with you."

"Let's see how much you hate when I'm deep inside you." As he spoke his hands slid up over my ribcage to grab my breast roughly. He molded them to the shape of his palms. My nipples puckered and hardened as he feathered his tongue across one then the other, before capturing my left nipple in his mouth. The gentle suction and swirl of his tongue shot darts of pleasure throughout my body.