I nodded. “I know, but it helps. I need it, Adam.”
He sighed, nodding as he stood up, leaving me bereft of his touch. Was it too much for him?
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ADAM
What’s worse than seeing Julie upset? Knowing that Julie needs me to cause her pain, to help her. I’m not even sure if I can fucking do it. How could I, the protective, never-hurts-a-fly, kind of man, cause pain to the woman I love?
Leaning over Julie, I brace myself on my good arm.
“I’ll do what I can, my sweet girl. Just tell me if it’s the wrong kind of pain.”
She nodded, her eyes filling with tears. Jesus. They slayed me.
Straddling her, I lowered my mouth over her nipple, sucking it deep into my mouth. With my hand, I found the other nipple, and pinched it hard, hearing her gasp, bucking beneath me.
“Yes.” She hissed.
Taking a breath, I surrounded her nipple with my teeth, teasing it with them, trying to work out exactly how much pressure I could apply, without damaging the skin. She started to writhe beneath me, and I knew it was working. Moving my mouth from her nipple, I nipped and sucked at her breast, biting down on the fleshy part, hearing her hiss my name, as she arched beneath me.
I can do this. I can definitely do this.
Lifting my mouth from her breast, seeing the red marks I’d left, I looked from there to her face. She was smiling. Her eyes were fixed on the ceiling, and she was breathing hard.
“Please, Adam. I need more.”
Fuck me. I got up, and rolled her onto her stomach. Maybe this would be easier if I didn’t have to look her in the eye. Straddling her legs, I pressed her apart, and shoved hard inside her. She let out a long moan. Leaning over her again, I grabbed a fistful of her hair, and started fucking her. I didn’t hold back. I tried to give her everything I had. It was hurting my ribs, but miraculously not enough to kill my hard on.
I heard her gasping words. Yes. More. Please. My name.
I sank my teeth into her shoulder, and bit down, as I pulled hard on her hair, slamming my cock deep inside her over and over.
When she came, it was with a throaty scream, and it pushed me over the edge with her, her pussy clamping down on my cock, rippling and choking me. But my pleasure was tinged with so many things. Pain, anger, grief. Guilt.
I helped tuck her into bed, and then I covered her up, using the excuse of going downstairs for a drink, but I didn’t just go for a drink. I grabbed my clothes, and I left the house. I got in my car and drove.
I didn’t know where I was going, I just drove.