Chapter 10 #3
I don’t know what’s making me feel this way. This angsty and lustful and frustrated and eager. All at the same time.
All I know is that I want more of him, more of this even though I shouldn’t want to.
“You know how I’m going to do that? How I’m going to make you cry for me, Fae?”
“H-how?”
“With my dick,” he rasps. “With my big fucking dick. Tell me how big my dick is.”
I can’t tell him anything right now but I try.
I try my hardest. “As big as… my arm.”
“Fuck yeah. My dick is as big as your pretty arm and when I stick it in here.” His thumb makes me see stars at here.
“When I pound your fairy pussy with it, it’s going to feel like the first time.
It’s going to feel like the first dick you’ve ever had.
The first monster dick that was ever crammed into your tiny snatch and you’re going to forget all about your Toby. ”
“I —”
“When I fuck you, Fae, it will hurt you but it will feel like magic. And you’ll love it. You’ll love hurting for my dick. You’ll love crying for it. And when you meet that good guy you’re so dying to meet, when he fucks you, your pussy will still hurt for my cock. She’ll still cry for it.”
By the time he finishes, I want all his words to come true.
All his lies to become my truth, and this feeling only intensifies when he takes his hands off my body and goes to unzip his jeans.
When he pulls his t-shirt up slightly to reveal his cut abs and pushes his jeans down and gets out his dick and I swear to God I want to savor the moment.
I want to look at it, at his cock, at his stomach, his bare skin. I want to memorize everything.
It’s the last time, see. The first and the last.
But I don’t get to do any of that.
Because before I can even blink, he’s pushed my panties aside, exposing me, and then he’s there. At my hole.
The head of his cock is there and, still holding my panties, he raises his hips and pushes in.
He rams his way into my core and all my thoughts vanish. They leach out of my mouth in long groans and gasps as my mouth falls open and my spine arches up against the front seat of his Mustang.
And my hands.
They claw into his forearms, drawing blood. Because I’ve never felt this before. I’ve never felt this kind of pain.
It explodes in my stomach and coats my eyes with thick tears.
Tears for him.
Exactly what he wanted.
And even in this pain, my broken heart smiles. My stupid broken heart smiles and spins inside my chest, knowing that I gave him what he wanted.
After hurting him so much, lying to him so much tonight.
Because yeah, I was lying.
Or rather, I let him make assumptions.
Because I haven’t done this before. No one’s been inside my body before tonight.
Before him.
I did meet a Toby, yes. I did kiss him, but that was it. I couldn’t mislead him when I was still hung up on someone else. I couldn’t kiss him because I wasn’t kissing him, I was kissing the guy who broke my heart.
The guy who’s taken my virginity tonight without even knowing.
He never would’ve done this otherwise. I know that.
His protectiveness would’ve stopped him and I wanted this to end.
He’s so strange, this villain.
Whose hips are raised and whose body is taut and bowed under me and who’s breathing into my neck, puffing out warm breaths.
Who’s lodged so deep inside of me that I can feel him throbbing. I can feel him pulsing as I try to draw breath. As I try to dull my own throbbing.
My own pulsating, beating core that is wracked with pain.
And I think just like I can feel him, feel his dick beating inside me like a heart, he can feel my channel pulse around his rod as well.
He lifts his head and looks up at me. His lips are wet and parted like mine and his eyes are drugged and shimmering as he looks into my wet ones.
His jaw clenches at my tears and I know, despite everything he said, despite all his anger and jealousy, he’s brimming with regret.
And he proves me right when he carefully, oh so carefully, reaches up and wipes off a lone tear that had fallen down my cheek without me even knowing. He not only wipes my tear but he also wraps his big, strong arms around me and hugs me to his chest.
He hugs me so tightly that I can’t stop my tears. I can’t stop myself from crying for him as I burrow my face in his neck.
I feel him open his mouth on my forehead and breathe out in a puff as he shushes me. “Hey, it’s okay. It’s okay. I’ll make it better, okay?”
I nod, rubbing my nose in his wet t-shirt.
He rubs his lips on my skin, rubs his arms on my spine, all the while making soothing noises, all the while whispering, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I got… I got carried away. I got so angry. I shouldn’t have —”
“No, it’s going away,” I whisper back, looking up at him and meeting his molten eyes.
His thick frown ripples. “Yeah?”
“Yes. Just kiss me.”
He studies my face for a beat, maybe to see if I mean my words, and when he’s satisfied, he gives me what I want.
He kisses me.
In the exact opposite way of how he entered my body, breached my virgin hole.
He kisses me softly and tenderly and wetly. And hungrily too.
And I shiver in his arms, suddenly all achy.
All restless and hungry, just like him, and I’m the one who makes the next move then. I’m the one who shifts on his lap because I want more. Because I want him, and of course he senses that.
He gets that my pain is slowly receding and to help me along, he brings his fingers back to my clit. He rubs it in slow circles, all the while kissing me as he moves under me as well.
He starts with slow, gentle pumps, languid and lazy. They heat up my blood and my skin. They fog up the windows with my gasps and moans.
They make my pussy leak too.
She cries for him like he told me she would and eases the way for his cock.
Suddenly his pumps have become shorter. His thrusts have become faster and so freaking good that I push back against him.
I moan into his mouth, fist his hair and twist my hips, rock them in time with his pounding cock.
I can feel the air growing hot, growing musky and thick. I can feel his abdomen bunching up and tightening under me, feel the muscles of his thighs.
I can even hear them slapping against my butt as he kisses me and plays with my clit.
And the fact that we’re moving so fast, that I’m humping him and he’s giving it to me, is causing his Mustang to shake, to move as well, puts me on the edge.
It actually pushes me over the edge.
The shaking car, the foggy windows, the rain, his kisses and him.
And I come.
My pussy convulses around his cock and a feeling the likes of which I’ve never experienced washes over me. I arch my back and throw back my neck as I grab hold of the roof and moan so loudly.
Even in this mindless moment, I know what it is.
I know what this feeling is as I rock my hips in his lap. It’s relief.
It’s more than relief. It’s euphoria.
It’s the feeling of being in his arms as I burst, after two long years, and I whisper, “God, Reed.”
The moment I say his name proves to be his tipping point.
That proves to be the push he needed to jump off the cliff and he comes as well.
But instead of being all relieved like I was, he grows even more alert. He jerks away from me. He even pushes me up and over him so he can whip his dick out.
As soon as he does, I feel lashes of his warm cum on my trembling pussy and my thighs. I feel his entire body shuddering and trembling around me and I hug him like he hugged me when I needed his warmth.
I hug him tightly.
I hug him goodbye as he finishes what he started two years ago.
And he kisses me. On the forehead, tenderly, gently as he comes down from his high.
Like he also did two years ago.