Twenty-Two Kassen #3
“I’m not using you, you monster. You’re the one using me!”
“And you’re even more delicious than chocolate.”
I drank in the sight of her, falling forward onto her elbows, wrists locked together, her bare ass beckoning me. Her pussy still glistened from when I’d eaten her in the rain. The orgasms she’d denied both of us would still be there, waiting for me to finish.
She would give that to me.
It’s mine.
I ran a fingertip down her spine.
She quivered, a pained groan spilling from her lips. “Please...”
Her plea did terrible things to me.
I’d never wanted anyone so badly.
It gave me a dose of the power I’d briefly tasted.
“Tell me what you want.”
She scoffed. “What I want is the right to say no.”
“Truly?” Gently, ever so gently, I ran my fingers down the crack in her ass.
She shot forward, trying to get away. “Yes, truly!”
“Why do you want to say no to something you yourself admitted is out of our control?” Down, down, I slid my touch to her pussy, rubbing the wetness around her folds, dipping lower to her clit. “Doesn’t it burn when I touch you? Doesn’t your belly cramp and body clench for more?”
“Don’t throw my words back at me,” she groaned. Her back bowed. Her head fell forward, pressing against the rough carpet of the car. “Please...don’t.”
“Don’t what? Don’t admit that I can’t breathe without wanting to fuck you? Don’t confess that you’re doing things to me that I can’t seem to stop? Doesn’t that make you happy? Knowing that you’re not the only one screwed up by all of this?”
“God, you’re messing with my mind.”
“And you’re messing with mine.” I shook my head as the fog and unbalance from being struck in the skull returned. I felt strange. Loose. Burning up. “You’ve drawn my blood and bruised my bones, and you dare try to say no to me?”
“Fair’s fair.” She gasped as I swept my finger back to her entrance, dipping inside to my first knuckle. “Holy—”
“Fair’s fair?” I laughed coldly. “Nothing’s fair about this. You weren’t supposed to trespass on my fucking heart.”
Christ, what the hell?
The fog was crushing me, stealing control of my thoughts and mouth.
She shivered. “Is-is that true? Am I—”
“You’re mine. That’s all you need to know.”
“I belong to no one but me.”
“Yet here you are, bound, spread, dripping for my cock.”
“Don’t flatter—” she cried out as I pulsed my finger, teasing her “—yourself. My wetness doesn’t mean I want you.”
“Are you so sure about that?” I bent and licked my way around her hipbone, keeping my finger shallow in her pussy, making her crave, causing her inner muscles to flutter with greed.
“If you weren’t trapped, would you really kick me away? Knowing how good it feels when I fuck you? Knowing that I’ll pleasure you, worship you, make you come harder than you’ve ever come before?”
“This isn’t happening,” she moaned.
“I can assure you that it is.” I drove my finger in to the second knuckle, pulsing in her heat. “You’re soaking.”
“Oh, God.” Her entire body snapped up, then folded forward.
Her pussy clenched around my finger, the shockwave traveling through my hand, up my forearm, into my bloodstream, and directly to my cock.
I thickened to unbearable levels. Wetness oozed out the tip, starving for her.
Withdrawing my finger, I rubbed her clit again. “You want me.”
“You’re an asshole,” she moaned again, her words almost slurring.
“Asshole, huh?” Dipping my finger back into her pussy, this time, I didn’t stop at the first knuckle. I drove it inside her. Pushing, diving, feeding her the entire length.
Her reaction almost made me come.
Her hips shot backward, her knees slid wider, her back lowered until her ass jutted into the air. “Fuck you.” The curse came out more like a beseech.
“Christ, you’re beautiful.” My mouth watered, and my belly hungered. Concussion or not, this woman was my medicine and disease all in one.
“Tell me to mount you,” I grunted. “Tell me how much you want me to fill you.”
Her head snapped left and right, clinging to rationality all while the electricity in the vehicle incinerated it. “Never.”
“Say it.” I fucked her with my finger.
She couldn’t control her reaction. Her desire. “...No.”
She wanted me, didn’t she? She felt this too. Her trembles couldn’t be faked. Her wetness couldn’t be hidden.
Stop lying to me!
I need to believe in this. Believe in something.
“Tell me to fuck you.”
“I’m telling you no!”
My head swam. How could she deny us after the mutual destruction outside? She’d kissed me back. She’d come on me. She’d let me into places inside her that no one else ever had before.
I needed back in there.
I needed to feel that peace.
To hear it wasn’t a lie even while I knew it was too good to be true.
Her continued denials clawed deep tracks through my heart. A heart that I’d done my best to patch up with glue for a decade. Scorn and hate combined made the perfect bandage against loss and loneliness.
The only problem was, she seemed to be a solvent that gave me nowhere to fucking hide.
Tearing out my finger, I joined two together and speared them into her. “Tell me you need me as much as I need you.”
“Holy shit—” She rocked on my penetration, her pussy greedy for more.
“Tell me!”
“I can’t!”
“Why?”
“Because you’re not just taking my body, you’re taking my damn soul!”
I froze.
I broke.
I couldn’t breathe. “It’s just sex.”
“It’s not, and you know it!”
It’s not.
I know it.
I fucking know it.
How had this happened in one night?
This had gone too far. This was pushing me toward an edge I couldn’t survive.
The haze came again, thick and cloying, an eraser that I’d perfected over eleven years of selective amnesia.
Lies.
All lies.
Sex was just sex. Sex was power. Sex was pain.
Sex was a weapon.