“No,” she states, her palm colliding with my shoulder and forcing me to fall onto my back. “It’s not fucking okay.” The fierceness in her voice makes my aching cock twitch violently. “I’m not letting you do this. I’m not.”
She sits up, her eyes holding mine for a few seconds as she waits for me to argue, but when no words pass my lips, she moves, throwing her leg over my waist and dropping her hands beside my head, mimicking our position from earlier.
“What are you going to do about it then, baby?” I ask with a smirk as she grinds the burning heat of her pussy against me.
“I want everything from you, Tobias,” she warns, the roughness of her voice making precum drip onto my belly. “I want all your truths, all your darkness. Every single fucking drop.” I nod, more than willing to show her everything I am so that she can have one final chance to run. “But—” she adds. “Not until you’ve let go.”
She sits up and impales herself on my cock, making us both groan in pleasure.
“I’m not stopping until you fill me with cum, hotshot,” she warns, although it’s hardly a threat.
“I’ve been forced to do worse things in my life, Demon,” I quip, taking hold of her hips, unable to forego complete control.
She smiles at me knowingly as she lifts up with my help.
“I don’t think so, bad boy.”
Entwining our fingers, she lifts my hands over my head and pins them back against the pillow, forcing me to relinquish control.
Dipping her head, her breath rushes past my ear as she slowly rocks down on my cock.
“Just enjoy the ride, baby,” she breathes in a raspy whisper.
She peppers kisses along my rough jaw before I twist my head and capture her lips with my own.
“Stop topping from the bottom,” she warns, nipping my bottom lip.
“You wouldn’t have me any other way,” I quip, but seeing how much taking charge for once means to her, I stop fighting and let her have at it, enjoying every fucking second of it.
It takes an embarrassingly short amount of time before my balls draw up and I’m ready to finally give her what she wants.
“Baby, I need you to get there,” I tell her, but from the way her arms are trembling and her pussy is clamping down on me, I know it’s not a huge demand.
“I’m right with you, hotshot. Let go.” Her teeth sink into my bottom lip and my restraint finally snaps. I thrust up into her roughly as my release slams into me, claiming me just like she unknowingly did all those weeks ago when I first locked eyes with her across that bar.
Her body locks up, her cunt squeezing me impossibly tight as she falls right alongside me, milking my cock for everything I have.
The second we’re both spent, she collapses on my chest as we fight to calm our racing hearts.
I wrap my arms around her, holding her tightly against me, and I finally close my eyes and relax, almost immediately falling into a blissful sleep.
* * *
I sleep betterthan I have since the weekend we spent in Evan’s cabin, and when I begin to wake, it’s with a smile playing on my lips.
Until I realise that the warm body I drifted off holding on to is gone, and the other side of the bed is cold.
“No,” I cry, sitting upright and looking around to see if she’s still here. But I see no sign that she ever was here, and if it weren’t for her lingering scent and the scratches that are gouged into my back from her nails, then I’d think I dreamed the whole thing. “Fuck. No, please,” I quietly beg as I throw the covers off and pad toward the bathroom.
My heart sinks when I find it empty.
Pain rushes through me at the thought of her leaving after that. After she made the effort to be here waiting for me. To tell me that she was mine, to make me believe there might be a future between us.
My hand slams down on the tiles as my head hangs, the feeling of uselessness, of worthlessness that I’ve become all too used to over the years washing through me.
It’s what I deserve. I know it is. But it doesn’t stop me from hoping for more, for something better out of my life.
Grabbing a clean pair of boxers, I tug them up my legs angrily, more than ready to just fucking give up.