"Don't be gentle with me, not tonight". James dropped his head on her shoulder and sighed, "Harlee..." "Don't think, just do it!" Hell. If that's where she led him, he would go. He took her back, didn't he? "Fuck everything ", he thought and urgency he did not know he had rose in him. The crap he has been dealing with the past few months has eroded his patience. And her? He had suspected she was wild, but this? So be it. He wrapped his body around hers and buried his face in her neck. He stood like that for a moment to gather his wits. And Harlee was dying of waiting. She's had enough of James' kind caring self, enough to last for a lifetime. She needed another. Fucking Miguel. The things that he made her do, things she'd be ashamed to admit but needed nonetheless.
"Agh...", her breath left her throat as he pushed up her dress. Such a hot, gorgeous thing she was, thick hips, tiny waist... that hair... His hands slid down and took her thong with them. Jesus, she was already wet and open for him. But now he wanted to make her suffer. His strong hands drew a line from her navel up to her breasts and suddenly a slap rang out. She hissed, a burn on her cheek, and smiled at him viciously.
Getting angry, he pushed her down on her knees.
"You want this?"
"You have to ask?"
She was ready and invited him in. She simply loved it, her pain and his hardness. He pushed and her head met the desk behind her. Mmm, he could be rough after all...
She suddenly gagged and pulled back. God damn it, nausea, NOW?...shit. Harlee shielded her face, stood up and stumbled away. The water ran in the bathroom. No other noises. Then the door opened and
"Gotta go", she said, not looking at him. "Don't follow".
Outside, Harlee hailed a cab.
"Mt. Sinai ,please, go!"