She couldn’t be serious.
“Fuck. You sound like a battered housewife.”
Her lip curled up. “Will you shut the fuck up? I’m trying to talk!”
I stopped pacing, stunned by her outburst.
“I’m pretty sure I recall begging you more than once, and I never asked you to stop or said no, did I?”
Begged?
Images of that night flooded to mind. “Harder,” she had requested. The way her body moved with mine. Her nails scratching my scalp as she pulled my lips to hers.
“Please, take out that big hard cock that I can feel you hiding, and fuck my pussy with it.”
Begged. She begged us to take her, fuck her, mark her.
“No,” I said in agreement. I began pacing yet again, despite the guilt that dissipated with each word.
“Second,” she continued on, ignoring me and my breakdown, “that was the best sex I’ve ever had in my life.”
Best sex ever?
My lip curled up. “Really?” A guy could get an ego with words like that.
Ours. Marked her with our come.
The blood fell from my face at the reminder. “Fuck, I came inside you.”
The idea of my own lack of self-control resulting in a child, someone they could take from me, made my hands begin to shake as panic set in.
She tilted her head. “Are you clean?”
I nodded. “Yes.” With all the shit out there, I hadn’t fucked a woman without a condom since Grace and was tested just in case. I was a mess as I was, no need to add to it.
“Then we’re good. I’m on birth control.” The way she said it with so much nonchalance concerned me. “Third, if I did do any of those things you said, there would never be the possibility you would ever do them to me again…not that you would.”
I stared at her, completely confused. “Okay, I’m intrigued. Why wouldn’t I?”
“Because no one wants me, so why would you?”
It was said like it was the most obvious answer, at least to her. She really had no clue how beautiful she was, how many men desired her. Whatever haunted her from her past had created a warped sense of self.
“You have such a fucking low opinion of yourself it pisses me off.” The fact that someone was responsible for her way of thinking angered me. Someone treated her like trash, and my guess was that it was for a very long time.
We would worship her.
I can’t…
“What?” she asked, clearly stunned.
Anger consumed me, my muscles rippling, the beast growling, taking over. All the guilt and fear was gone, quickly replaced by the need to show her just how desirable she was.
“You are so fucking sexy, Lila, that all I can think of doing right now is bending you over that table and slamming into you again and again. Hard. My cock is like fucking steel at the thought of being inside you again. You need to be punished for making me want you this much.”
My chest expanded in labored breaths, the beast grinning, ready to take her. I stepped forward, and her eyes widened as she drew in a ragged breath. By her reaction, the glazed look in her eyes, parted lips, and the growing arch of her back toward me, I knew she wanted it too.
“Fuck!” I stopped in my tracks, inches from touching her, and paced once again. “What the fuck is it about you?”
Why couldn’t I stop wanting her? Why did I want her in the first place?
Broken. Empty. Fill her.
Fill her with what? I’m just as fucked up.
Want her.
No.
Want her!
“I. Don’t. Want. You.” I can’t. She cringed, taken aback. Good. “And you really don’t want me. No one should want me. I’m not a fucking catch, I’m a fucking…”
I needed an outlet, to center myself. There was a weight on my arm and then I was pushed against the wall. Lila had caught me off guard. I stared down at her, a sideways glance to my right hand that was balled into a fist.
Was I about to punch her wall?
She was so close. So fucking close I felt her breath against my lips.
Kiss her.
I wanted to. So badly.
“You think you forced yourself on me? Well, how about a little payback, then?”
My eyes widened as she dropped to her knees, her fingers pulling my pants open. Before I could even comprehend what was happening, her small fingers were wrapped around my cock, pulling me out.
“Shit!” I slammed my hands against the wall, bracing myself. Legs locked, waiting in starved anticipation of my enigma’s lips wrapped around me. All of my attention was on her. There was no looking away.
My mouth fell open as she looked me over, her eyes darkening as she gripped my shaft with her hands stacked down the length. The cockiness I once had wasn’t overcompensation for a small dick. I stopped breathing when she leaned forward, taking the head between her lips. Then, I sucked in an unneeded breath as the warmth of her mouth encircled the first few inches.
Blow jobs were nice, but none before compared to the few seconds of being in her mouth. Every place she touched was like fire licking at my skin, burning me.
I reached up and fisted my hair, the feeling almost too much to handle. “Fuck, fuck!”
Inch by inch, she took me in. It felt like I was going crazy, unable to form thought, my mind going blank. She reached as far as she could, leaving an inch or two, and pressed her tongue against my shaft as she pulled back. The feeling was so intense I drew in a ragged breath, my eyes rolling back.
“Shit, that’s it, baby. Fuck, you are such a good little cocksucker.” I stared down, watching as she bobbed up and down, my cock disappearing between her luscious lips. “You can’t stop yourself from craving my dick, can you? It’s all you can think about, isn’t it?”
The beast rattled, wanting to grab her head and fuck her fast. I kept him back, but my hips rocked, pushing her deeper. Slowly, he took control, hands in her hair, pushing and pulling, getting all the way down her throat.
“You have such a hot, wet little mouth.” I let out a groan and slowed down. The urge to be completely inside her was too much. She choked around me, sending shooting pleasure through me and caused my balls to draw up. Fuck, her mouth was perfection. The way her throat stroked me was almost too much. “Fuck, I’m all the way in…feels so damn good. You love it, don’t you? You love sucking me off like a little cock slut.”
I was so close to coming, so close to unloading my balls down her throat.
“Fuck. You sound like a battered housewife.”
Her lip curled up. “Will you shut the fuck up? I’m trying to talk!”
I stopped pacing, stunned by her outburst.
“I’m pretty sure I recall begging you more than once, and I never asked you to stop or said no, did I?”
Begged?
Images of that night flooded to mind. “Harder,” she had requested. The way her body moved with mine. Her nails scratching my scalp as she pulled my lips to hers.
“Please, take out that big hard cock that I can feel you hiding, and fuck my pussy with it.”
Begged. She begged us to take her, fuck her, mark her.
“No,” I said in agreement. I began pacing yet again, despite the guilt that dissipated with each word.
“Second,” she continued on, ignoring me and my breakdown, “that was the best sex I’ve ever had in my life.”
Best sex ever?
My lip curled up. “Really?” A guy could get an ego with words like that.
Ours. Marked her with our come.
The blood fell from my face at the reminder. “Fuck, I came inside you.”
The idea of my own lack of self-control resulting in a child, someone they could take from me, made my hands begin to shake as panic set in.
She tilted her head. “Are you clean?”
I nodded. “Yes.” With all the shit out there, I hadn’t fucked a woman without a condom since Grace and was tested just in case. I was a mess as I was, no need to add to it.
“Then we’re good. I’m on birth control.” The way she said it with so much nonchalance concerned me. “Third, if I did do any of those things you said, there would never be the possibility you would ever do them to me again…not that you would.”
I stared at her, completely confused. “Okay, I’m intrigued. Why wouldn’t I?”
“Because no one wants me, so why would you?”
It was said like it was the most obvious answer, at least to her. She really had no clue how beautiful she was, how many men desired her. Whatever haunted her from her past had created a warped sense of self.
“You have such a fucking low opinion of yourself it pisses me off.” The fact that someone was responsible for her way of thinking angered me. Someone treated her like trash, and my guess was that it was for a very long time.
We would worship her.
I can’t…
“What?” she asked, clearly stunned.
Anger consumed me, my muscles rippling, the beast growling, taking over. All the guilt and fear was gone, quickly replaced by the need to show her just how desirable she was.
“You are so fucking sexy, Lila, that all I can think of doing right now is bending you over that table and slamming into you again and again. Hard. My cock is like fucking steel at the thought of being inside you again. You need to be punished for making me want you this much.”
My chest expanded in labored breaths, the beast grinning, ready to take her. I stepped forward, and her eyes widened as she drew in a ragged breath. By her reaction, the glazed look in her eyes, parted lips, and the growing arch of her back toward me, I knew she wanted it too.
“Fuck!” I stopped in my tracks, inches from touching her, and paced once again. “What the fuck is it about you?”
Why couldn’t I stop wanting her? Why did I want her in the first place?
Broken. Empty. Fill her.
Fill her with what? I’m just as fucked up.
Want her.
No.
Want her!
“I. Don’t. Want. You.” I can’t. She cringed, taken aback. Good. “And you really don’t want me. No one should want me. I’m not a fucking catch, I’m a fucking…”
I needed an outlet, to center myself. There was a weight on my arm and then I was pushed against the wall. Lila had caught me off guard. I stared down at her, a sideways glance to my right hand that was balled into a fist.
Was I about to punch her wall?
She was so close. So fucking close I felt her breath against my lips.
Kiss her.
I wanted to. So badly.
“You think you forced yourself on me? Well, how about a little payback, then?”
My eyes widened as she dropped to her knees, her fingers pulling my pants open. Before I could even comprehend what was happening, her small fingers were wrapped around my cock, pulling me out.
“Shit!” I slammed my hands against the wall, bracing myself. Legs locked, waiting in starved anticipation of my enigma’s lips wrapped around me. All of my attention was on her. There was no looking away.
My mouth fell open as she looked me over, her eyes darkening as she gripped my shaft with her hands stacked down the length. The cockiness I once had wasn’t overcompensation for a small dick. I stopped breathing when she leaned forward, taking the head between her lips. Then, I sucked in an unneeded breath as the warmth of her mouth encircled the first few inches.
Blow jobs were nice, but none before compared to the few seconds of being in her mouth. Every place she touched was like fire licking at my skin, burning me.
I reached up and fisted my hair, the feeling almost too much to handle. “Fuck, fuck!”
Inch by inch, she took me in. It felt like I was going crazy, unable to form thought, my mind going blank. She reached as far as she could, leaving an inch or two, and pressed her tongue against my shaft as she pulled back. The feeling was so intense I drew in a ragged breath, my eyes rolling back.
“Shit, that’s it, baby. Fuck, you are such a good little cocksucker.” I stared down, watching as she bobbed up and down, my cock disappearing between her luscious lips. “You can’t stop yourself from craving my dick, can you? It’s all you can think about, isn’t it?”
The beast rattled, wanting to grab her head and fuck her fast. I kept him back, but my hips rocked, pushing her deeper. Slowly, he took control, hands in her hair, pushing and pulling, getting all the way down her throat.
“You have such a hot, wet little mouth.” I let out a groan and slowed down. The urge to be completely inside her was too much. She choked around me, sending shooting pleasure through me and caused my balls to draw up. Fuck, her mouth was perfection. The way her throat stroked me was almost too much. “Fuck, I’m all the way in…feels so damn good. You love it, don’t you? You love sucking me off like a little cock slut.”
I was so close to coming, so close to unloading my balls down her throat.
