Hardpressed by Meredith Wild Read Free Book Online

want to explain to me why you've spent the past ten minutes taking a cold shower and now you've got the biggest cockstand I've ever seen, but you're cutting me off?”
    “I don't want to fight with you. Can we just call it a night?”
    He passed me and headed into the bedroom. I followed him, determined to get answers.
    “We're talking about this. If you're going to shut me down, you can fucking tell me why.” My voice shook. I was losing my cool and wild scenarios swept through my mind. “Are you seeing someone else?” I asked, incredulous. What had transpired since our last time together in the office? Had I done something wrong?
    He scowled and fisted his hands. “Jesus Christ. No. Will you just leave me be?”
    His words stung. I hated him in that moment. How could he make me feel so small and insignificant with his indifference when I was here damn near begging him for intimacy? “You're right. I don't need this shit.”
    He sighed. “Baby.”
    I turned and marched to the door. Before I could reach it, he outpaced me and slammed it shut in front of me. He caught my elbow and spun me to face him.
    “What do you want from me, Erica?”
    My breaths came fast. My heart raced with anger mingled with my steadily growing desire. I couldn't decide which emotion would win or which I was rooting for. But I wasn't here to fight with him.
    “I want you to fuck me.”
    His jaw tensed and his grip on my arm tightened painfully.
    “Why don't you want me?” My voice was small, almost unrecognizable. I weakened in his grasp, and my anger gave way to something else. A raw vulnerability that Blake had uncovered.
    His next movements were so quick I could barely distinguish them. He pushed up my skirt and ripped off my panties in one violent motion, stinging my upper thighs as the fabric tore across my skin. A second later he hoisted me up around his waist and slammed me against the door. And then he was there. Plunging himself so deep that I screamed. I arched into the door, raw pain tearing through my core. I whimpered at the relief that followed. He was with me again, finally.
    He thrust again and I cried out. Heat shot through me, my body melting around his.
    I softened when I sensed Blake's stillness. His body was frozen against mine, eerily still. I opened my eyes to meet his intense and questioning gaze. God, he was beautiful. And he was mine, but somehow over the past couple hours I’d lost him. I had to keep him with me, to show him how desperately I needed him like this.
    “Don’t stop. Please,” I begged.
    I raked my fingers through his damp hair, fisting the strands gently. Tightening my legs around his waist, I churned my hips, urging his movement. I only needed the slightest friction to set off my orgasm. I was already slick around him. He barely moved when a quiet moan escaped my trembling lips. Warmth crept over my skin and I shuddered, my sex rippling over his length, my gaze never leaving his.
    His lips parted slightly, his eyes misted with emotion. “You're going to be the death of me, I swear it.”
    I kissed him deeply. “Finish me. Don't make me beg,” I breathed into his mouth.
    “God help me, I’ve never wanted anything more. You…this.” He pulled out and drove into me again.
    I cursed, crying out with every punishing thrust that sent unimaginable sensations through my body. A blinding mix of pleasure, pain, anger, and love seized me, rocking me from one orgasm straight into the next. Unable to contain the frenzy that had taken over, I clung desperately to him, my mouth at his shoulder.
    Every muscle tensed, taut and rigid, beneath my touch. My teeth pressed into his skin and I dug my nails in deep, scoring his flesh down to his elbow. My cunt tightened around him. He growled, quickening his pace.
    “Look at me.” His voice was tense with need. “I need to see you.”
    I harnessed all my strength to raise my gaze, meeting his. Taking in all his beauty weakened me in his arms, putty in his