I wrap a hand around his wrist at my throat, surprised at how wanted the act makes me feel, and allow the other to trail down along my belly and to my center. I can feel his massive length plunging in and out as I collect the wetness we’re making together on the tip of my finger.
“I’m gonna come,” I tell him.
“Touch your pussy, Cora. Show me how you make yourself feel good.”
My fingertip glides over my already swollen nub, and TK hisses, his hips moving faster, his body bending us both forward.
“Touch it.”
I roll my finger around in circles, my fingertip building me up to an almost unbearable level, and I can feel my pussy tightening around him.
Releasing my hip, he slaps my ass, just hard enough to sting, and I fall.
My release hits me like a tidal wave, washing over me with pleasure so intense, I forget where I am. I cry out and moan, my coherent mind washing away with the rest of me. His grip tightening on my throat, I hear him roar as he attempts to hold my hips still, but I can’t stop myself from rolling them, trying to ride my orgasm for as long as I can.
Moments later, our bodies go still while we gasp for air. TK slowly pulls out of me and steps away.
Oh, fuck. What have I done?
He chuckles softly at something unsaid before disappearing into the bathroom.
As soon as I hear the water running, I grab my panties and shorts and scramble into them. My bra is on the other side of the bed. As soon as I get it clasped, I’m pulling down my T-shirt just as TK comes out of the bathroom, a wet face cloth in his hand and a smile on his face.
That smile fades instantly when he sees that I’m dressed.
“What are you d—”
“I gotta go,” I say, my hand reaching for the doorknob. “I have to—”
I have to do nothing, but since I can’t think of anything else to say, I shake my head, whip open the door, and rush outside.
I leave TK naked, standing in the doorway to the bathroom, an expression full of confusion.
What the fuck was I thinking?
Letting TK pity fuck me might’ve felt good in the moment, but I have never felt more ashamed.
TWATKNOT
I stareat the closed door in disbelief. She’s gone. She’d just fucking left, like what we had just done didn’t mean shit.
Fuck.
This is what I’ve been doing. This is karma coming to kick my stupid ass for every transgression I’ve ever made in my life. My pastor father would be happy to know that my choices are finally catching up to me now that I’ve found Cora. He’d be reveling in my misery right now.
I’ve been plowing my way through the female population like they’re nothing, breaking hearts and spirits. I certainly never treated any of them as human beings with feelings or desires of their own. Is this how I’d made them feel? Did I leave them with this hollow ache in the pit of their stomachs when they woke up in the morning and I was gone, no number left on the nightstand or plans to see them again?
I’d fucked them and chucked them without a second thought, then returned to the clubhouse and told the tales of my exploits to the guys like proud war stories.
I’m a fucking monster.
Dread, rage, and disappointment fight for dominance inside of me.
Was this how she felt too? Or was this about what I’d said at that concert, making her doubt whether or not my feelings were genuine?
I’d done this to myself. Until Cora, I’d been drifting in the wind, more than happy to do this to any woman with an interest in me.
Cora walked out, though, and that changes everything. Maybe this is the wake-up call I didn’t even know I needed.