Chapter 28 Hate

• Tatiana
• “Fuck… fuck… yes! Hasan, right there!” I moan his name into the cold air as what must be my fifth orgasm in fifteen minutes crashes through me. He stops his ministrations for a moment, only to thrust two fingers inside me while biting the inside of my thigh. I cry out, a sharp burst of pleasure exploding through me like fireworks.
• How had I ever thought that touching myself on his desk would be enough? His real touch was pure magic. His mouth—sinfully divine. Every flick of his tongue sent me spiraling into violent orgasms, especially when he circled my clit, then opened his mouth wide to clean the mess spilling out of me. He repeated the process until I was on the edge again—and then another climax, more intense than any before, ripped through me.