Rough and Rugged: A Meet Me In Milwaukee Charity Anthology

Chapter Eight

Monica

The bed is scooting across the room, and I don’t care. He thrusts into me long and deep. He’s slow and measured because he’s worried about hurting me. “Fuck me harder.” He nips at my ear.

“What I want to do is fuck you into submission. Leave you like a rag-doll. You’re so fucking perfect for my dick. How do we fit like this? Come again.”

“Meant to be.”

“Fuck yes. I want to slide into every piece of you. Jesus.” He sits up and angles my good leg so he can fuck me deeper. I’m out of my head as he slides in at this angle. Then pinches my clit and I scream. A hint of how he’d like to be rough. He slaps my clit then rubs and I scream out.

“When you’re healed, I will own all of you.”

“Yes. Yes. Fuck.”

“My SweeTart, so fucking wet and tight.”

The phone is beeping non-stop and we ignore it because we’re in our bubble. “Come now my gorgeous woman. Fucking come on my cock, now.” I scream out and Dax throws his head back, and I know he’s about to release into me. I’m going to feel everything he can give me.

And then everything shatters as we do. There’s no way to stop, but both our heads snap to a tall man with an axe and the rush of cold. There’s a sudden flood of people rushing into the room with a splintered door at their feet.

Dax screams as he releases into me, “Fuck.”

And the stranger says, “Fuck.” I shake and quiver under their gaze and Dax’s release.