Page 19 of Hers To Keep
Ace moves us back into the room, my back accidentally slamming against the door as we tumble out. He’s frantic as he quickly tries to lead us toward the bed, the roughness of his jeans rubbing against my core and I’m already so close to coming apart from just his lips on mine. My nails dig into his back, as my pussy grinds against him, all too eagerly.
“Oh fuck,” I moan as his fingers spread my ass cheeks,squeezing them roughly and opening them wide. “Fuck, Ace, please I need more. I need to come apart now!”
I know this is the last thing I should do, but something about the way we fight, when we argue I can’t help getting so fucking turned on. It’s like this yearning need takes over me and I lose all sense of reason. All I want is him, and I don’t care about the consequences.
I’m a masochist, that’s the only explanation. I get off on the emotional pain he causes me. The more he hurts me, the more lies and evil he commits, the more I crave him. Like a drug, I’m addicted to the high and come down hard as I ache for him to give me another hit. When I’m not near him, I feel the withdrawals, aches and sweats ravaging my soul. He’s the worst kind of drug, one that slowly kills me but pleasures me just the same. The most interesting of all, and, like an addict, I come back for more time and time again.
Masochism is a sickness in itself. The pleasure is in the pain. I’m doomed for an eternity of sin. This place didn’t curse me, didn’t taint me with its malevolence. It’s brought out the worst in me that has lived in a hidden slumber. It’s revealing the truth about who I am deep down, about what she made me. I am my mother’s daughter. Her mistakes, her vices, they live within me.
And tonight I finally will give in, without apologizing for what I’ve become.
I will come back stronger, fight harder, and accept this chosen fate.
“Are you sure you want this, baby?” he whispers against my temple, his voice husky and deep as he gasps.
“Stop fucking asking me that every time you’re going to fuck me. Because the answer is and will always be no. I’ll hate you right after, I’ll hate you in the morning, but it doesn’t matter because I hate you right this second too. But I need you. Fuck, I need you. I need to feel you inside me, stretching me, filling me, molding meto your shape. You’re the only thing I feel. So stop fucking talking and fuck me, Wallace Servite. Fuck me like it’s the first time. Fuck me like it’s the last time. But for fucking God’s sake just fuck me!”
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Ican smell the delicious scent of her arousal on my fingers as I bring them to my mouth, licking every damn drop of her off them after her first orgasm. She’s sweet, intoxicating, and fucking delectable. Her luscious curves are exposed as she lays before me in all her naked glory. From her perky breasts, down to her tattooed abdomen, and those fucking thighs I want to lose myself in. Thick enough for me to grip, but slim enough to slide them over me with ease. The look in her eyes drives me mad and is worth every damn obstacle we’ve come across. Here and now, as she lies before me, nothing else in this world matters.
“You’re fucking beautiful, Red. Every inch of you is better than the last.” She tries to sit up, but I shove her back down onto the bed with my hand on her hip. My baby moans at the intensity of my grip on her, my fingers digging into the silky skin laid out before me. “Not so fast, baby, I’m not finished tasting you yet. I’ll never tire of your taste. My personal drug. You were made for me.”
She looks fucking perfect, her dark hair like a blanket againstthe silk of my white comforter, her eyes the perfect fucking shade of blue, and her lips so plump and red and all fucking mine. No to mention her picture-perfect body laid beneath me, every inch so fucking delectable.
“Ace, please, just stop fucking talking and fuck me with your mouth,” she shouts out.
That is all the begging I need. “Your plea is my command, my angel.”
I dive in lapping over her luscious cunt, my tongue moving in circles over her clit, before I close my mouth over it and start sucking gently. Her body moves, her back curving off the bed but my hand pushes her back down holding her in place.
“Fuck, Ace, don’t stop. Right there, baby, please, fuck.” I bring my free hand from her thigh, using my fingers to spread her lips wider, as I move my tongue to her entrance, thrusting in and out, inserting a finger to meet my tongue’s every move. She cries out whimpering as I insert another. She eagerly brings a hand down to her clit, rubbing her fingers over it as my tongue and fingers continue to fuck her. They move rapidly against her clit, as I lick, lap and suck like a fucking starved animal. I move her fingers once again sucking her clit in my mouth as her body shatters before me, trembling as she orgasms, her decadent juices squirting in my mouth, and like a fucking maniac I devour them.
“Fuck!” she cries out breathlessly, as her back slams back against the bed. I release her clit, wiping her excess juices from my lips with my fingers, as I climb over her and bring them to her mouth.
“Suck on them, baby, taste yourself on me. Taste the flavor that drives me fucking insane. Taste the drug that gives me the ultimate high.” She eagerly closes her lips over my fingers, licking and sucking them dry, the look in her eyes like a savage animal getting the first taste of food in ages.
And just like that she’s ready for more.
“I need your dick inside of me. Don’t go easy on me. Fuck merough, fuck me hard. Fuck me like you’re never going to fuck again. Wrap your hand around my neck, shove your fingers in my mouth, make me feel nothing else but you inside of me.” The ravenous look in her eyes makes me come undone without even touching her. She’s hurting. I can see it in her eyes, feel it in her soul. We’re connected, have been since the moment I laid eyes on her. What she feels, I feel. When she hurts, I hurt. When she’s horny, I’m fucking rock hard. But when she’s numb, I ache to make her feel.
The only way I know how to make her feel better, is to give her what she wants. Even if she’ll surely hate me tomorrow.
I place my hands on her thighs, gripping them as I pull her toward me. She smiles wickedly as I bend her knees, adjusting myself, so my cock is right at her entrance. I rub my finger across her pussy lips, and they’re fucking soaked. I can feel her arousal yet again, as her juices coat my fingers. And not able to contain myself any longer I shove into her in one quick thrust. She groans loudly, her back rising off the bed, but I bring my hand to her breasts, pushing her back down. I move in and out of her rapidly, the sound of her ass smacking against my thighs rings loudly as I intensify my thrusts. I bring my hand to her neck just as she asked, gripping her lightly, but hard enough to mark her skin. She closes her eyes as I continue to thrust into her, sweat droplets falling from my forehead against her taut stomach.
“Open your eyes and look at me when I’m fucking you. I want you to see what you do to me. The shit you make me feel is surreal. The way you make me come apart from just the sight of you let alone the feel of you. You are everything, babe. My calm, my chaos. My sorrow, my pleasure. You are the only thing I want to feel. The only thing I can feel.” I move my hands to her breasts cupping them and tugging her nipples roughly, twisting her taut peaks between my fingers.
“Ace, fuck,” she whimpers loudly. “Please, I…”
She makes me lose control, all sense of logic and time. We’venever used a condom. I know she must be on the pill, and I can’t stand the thought of something coming between us, my dick needs to feel her with nothing getting in its way. It’s still reckless of us. But that’s exactly why we do it.
We’re fucking reckless.
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