Path Of Hate || Phillip Graves x Reader ||

Chapter 12 NSFW

Graves didn't break the kiss, instead pushing me onto the desk and ripping my shirt open. A whimper escaped my lips as he teased me, kissing every inch of my exposed skin. He flipped me over roughly, pressing me against the desk and swiftly pulling off my pants. A sharp slap landed on my ass, drawing a moan from deep within me.

"Shut the fuck up. You don't want them hearing us, do you?"

I shook my head, breathless.

"Good girl."

He bent me over the table again, teasing my entrance with the tip of his massive, erect cock.

"Fuck me already, Phillip."

"Impatient brat," he shot back, slapping my ass harder this time before sliding himself all the way in.

A moan escaped me, filling the room with the sound of skin slapping against skin. He quickly covered my mouth with his hand, lowering himself closer to my ear. "Shhh."

With each thrust, he drove deeper, making my walls clench around him harder, leaving me squirming as I neared my peak. The pleasure surged through me, but all I wanted was to be filled with his cum. His pace quickened, and the room grew hot with our sweat. Low grunts escaped his lips as he held my hips tightly for support, pounding into me hard and rough—exactly how I craved it. But then, unexpectedly, he slipped out.

"On your knees," he breathed out.

"Excuse me?"

"Get on your fucking knees."

I complied, dropping to my knees and maintaining the lustful eye contact between us. He took a fistful of my hair, pulling it back roughly. In a bold move, I teased him by gliding my tongue from the base of his cock to the tip, kitten-licking it.

"Stop with the games, Y/N," he growled, his voice low and dangerous.

I looked up at him innocently as I took his dick into my mouth, but he suddenly shoved his entire length down my throat, making me gag. His tip brushed against the back of my throat, and tears filled my eyes. He began to face-fuck me harder, his thrusts relentless. My gag reflex started to ease as I got used to him hitting the back of my throat; the sensation felt incredible. My hands worked on his length, massaging it as he found every sensitive spot in my mouth. I felt him twitch, and I knew I had to make him want more.

Suddenly, I pulled back from my knees, watching his disbelief unfold.

"W-where are you going?" he asked, his voice low.

"I need to get some sleep. Goodnight, cowboy." I gathered my things and walked out, shutting the door behind me before he could say anything else.

I missed this. I missed him. I missed his dick...

My thoughts were interrupted when I spotted Laswell. Shit.

"Laswell, hey," I said, trying to avoid eye contact.

"What's up with you, Y/N?" She looked concerned. "You're kinda red. Do you have a fever? Let me check." She reached out to touch my forehead.

"No," I stepped back quickly. "Laswell, I'm fine. Thanks. I just need some rest. Really."

She nodded slowly. "Goodnight, Y/N."

I forced a smile and headed back to my room.

Phew.