Page 109 of Brutal

“Mimi!” I say with a groan.

She laughs. “I’ve been on the receiving end a bunch, if you recall. And I did look this all up on this thing called the internet. You might have heard of it?”

“Oh my god,” I lament, “you are such a pain in my ass.” I pause, then scowl at her. “Pun not intended.”

“What pun?” Mimosa asks, and now I know she’s messing with me.

She follows that up by pulling out almost all the way and thrusting in again, and that derails all of my thoughts. She adjusts her angle a few times while she thrusts, until the dildo is insistently sliding against my prostate every single time.

“Fuck!” I bring my arm up to cover my eyes, my hips jerking up in response to those thrusts.

I can’t believe I’m doing this.

I can’t believe I’ve never done it before.

“Keep… keep going like that,” I tell her — tell her, not beg. Or so I tell myself.

I drop my hand away again and stare up at her.

Her brow is furrowed in concentration, and sweat is pooling on her skin now. Her blue hair clings to the sides of her face as she exerts herself fucking me.

She’s so beautiful.

Fuck, how is she so beautiful?

I groan on the next thrust and raise my hips to get that dildo in deeper.

“You’d better be ready to use your mouth,” Mimosa suddenly says. “Because once I’ve milked you dry, you’re going to eat me out.”

“Fuck yeah,” I mutter. I want her to go harder and faster, just like she’d said I would, but I don’t want to beg her. I have to retain some dignity from the entire thing. “Just a little longer and I’ll… ungh.”

“Or maybe I should stop here.” Mimosa stops moving, only the tip still inside me. “Leave you unsatisfied while you get me off.”

I let out a choked sound, shaking my head. “Fuck. Fuck, no. Just keep going.” I scowl at her. “Don’t tease me, Mimi!”

“Hmm…” Mimosa slides in a few extra millimeters, but nowhere near enough. “How badly do you want it?”

“Not enough to beg,” I growl, but I feel like a kitten right now — all claws with nothing to back it up. I end up groaning instead when she doesn’t move. “Okay, fine! Fine, I’m begging!”

“That doesn’t sound like begging to me,” she says in a small sing-song tone. “Usually it includes the word please.”

“Mimi!” I whine pathetically. “Come onnnn.”

She quirks her brows at me.

I let out an exaggerated breath. “Okay, fine, please. Please, please, please fuck me.”

She laughs, and that sound alone is worth everything.

Well, that sound, and the way she pounds into me with precision, hitting my prostate and making me cry out in pleasure.

I love it.

I love her.

The words are on the tip of my tongue, but I don’t say them. I don’t want to ruin this moment. I’ll say them later, when I’m not so vulnerable, and maybe… Maybe this time she’ll receive them better.

I don’t expect her to say them back. I know better. After everything I’ve done, it’s a wonder she’s here at all. But she needs to know how I feel.