Page 123 of Making the Save

I sucked him deep and squeezed his balls into his body.

“Fuck!” he cried, stumbling back a few steps. He took himself in hand and squeezed his dick so hard the tip went purple and cum dribbled out. I fucking loved that. When he had to get himself back under control.

“Breakup sex can get pretty rough,” he said, and I got to my feet. My heart racing. He wanted to give me all my favorite things too. “All those emotions have to have some release.”

He took another step toward me. Both of us moving in our old dance. Predator and prey.

The apartment was one of those open concept lofts. The kitchen, living room and bedroom all open. Only the bathroom was closed off. He had to see we were moving in the direction of my king size bed.

Any second he was going to jump. Did I try to run first?

Yeah, why not?

I turned and scrambled away from him as if there was anywhere to go. As if maybe I didn’t want to be caught. He let me get around the kitchen island, through the living room, down the hall and into my bedroom before he was on me.

His arms wrapping around my chest and breasts, his cock pressing deep in between my ass cheeks. One hand had me by the pussy, the other anchored me against his chest.

I was pinned to him in every way.

“You don’t ever run from me again,” he growled into my ear, before taking a nip of my ear lobe.

Did he mean literally? Like the way I ran from him at the awards?

He walked us forward toward the bed, he had total control of my body. My feet didn’t even touch the ground. I felt myself getting wetter. Hotter. It made me crazy when he used his strength this way.

He threw me onto the bed and got on behind me. His back to the headboard.

“Turn around, I want you to suck me again. Do not make me come.”

I scrambled to obey and felt a gush of arousal between my legs. He cupped the back of my neck and I took him into my mouth.

“Suck the head, baby. That’s it. Not too hard though, because I plan to fill your pussy up with all my cum.”

He didn’t mean it. How would he know? I had to tell him.

Tugging on my hair, he pulled me off his cock and the words just fell out.

“I went on the pill.” It only made sense now that I was a sexually active person. That’s what I told myself. That it was for me and not for him. But the truth was, maybe I’d been holding on to hope.

He swallowed. “You okay taking me raw?”

I nodded.

“Then come here,” he said roughly.

He moved me how he wanted me, my back to his chest, my thighs spread over his. I could feel his hand, positioning his cock, and then in a second, he was deep inside me.

We cried out at the same time. Like the pleasure was just too much.

He brought his arms around me, held both my wrists in his fist while his other hand slipped over my belly and his fingers started to rub against my clit. He didn’t move. Just held himself deep inside while he teased me, keeping my hands clasped together the whole time.

“Wyatt,” I moaned. “You have to move.”

“Nuh, uh. You ran from me. You want to come, get yourself there. I want to watch you work for it.”

It wasn’t easy. He had me pinned, but I used the muscles in my thighs to lift myself. Up and down, although not with any real force. I started to twist and grind my hips, but his grip on my hips only got stronger. Like he was trying to resist my efforts, despite demanding them.

It was like he didn’t want it to be over too fast. He wanted me trapped in his arms. On his cock, for as long as he could make it last.