34
ANNA
Sylas’s cum is dripping down the inside of my thigh, but I can’t clean it off. I’m standing and he’s behind me, undoing the knot and loosening the lace of my dress.
He’s moving excruciatingly slow, taking his time as he softly whispers, “I can’t get enough of you. I need to come inside you again.”
I tremble beneath his words, squeezing my thighs, but that causes more of his cum to leak out. It rolls down my skin, dripping onto the floor, but it gets covered by my dress that pools at my feet when he finally gets the laces loose enough. My thong follows, and now all I’m wearing are my heels.
“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he says, but the tenor in his voice drops. There’s an insinuation in his words, like a tease that there’s more to come. “Come here.”
A rush of excitement courses through my body as he spins and picks me up. I thought coming four times would be enough, but I’m aroused again.
“What about my heels?” I wind my fingers through his hair at the nape, gently tugging on the locks. It feels exactly like it did a few years ago, just as soft and thick.
“We’re keeping those on,” he says, glancing at our bare chests as we enter his bathroom.
The lights come on, and I realize they’re much brighter than the ones in his bedroom.
I can see him better. His pupils are blown out, and what’s left of the usual pale green is a darker color.
His face is flushed, his cheeks are bright pink, and he’s coated in a sheen of sweat, causing him to glow beneath the bright white lights.
“I’ve missed you.” He captures my lips with his, punishing them as he sets me on top of the vanity.
I hiss as my heated skin touches the cold marble, but gasp a moment later when he spreads my thighs, circles an arm around my back, and scoots me to the edge. He has me recline back, and I prop my palms behind me.
He’s stuck staring at my pussy, while I’m in a daze staring at his cock. He’s hard again, angry veins running down his shaft, and the tip leaks pre-cum.
“Tell me you missed me.” Sylas strokes himself and stands between my thighs.
“I missed you.” I split my legs wider for him and drop one hand between my pussy, spreading my lips.
His cum is still dripping out, and as his eyes zero in on it, his jaw turns to stone.
“I missed you so much.” I collect his cum and use it to rub it on my clit until I whimper and jerk, still sensitive.
“You’re such a good little slut, doing it just like I showed you,” he praises, and removes my hand, replacing it with the tip of his dick. “Desperate, filthy, easy fucking whore.”
I bite my lip, moaning as I watch him play with me. I flourish under his degrading words, squirming as he teases me. It becomes unbearable. I’m close to coming, but he doesn’t let me. He drags the head to my entrance, and just when I think he’s going to enter me, he stops.
Setting my palm on top of his, I guide him to where I really want him. “I swear…” I breathe harshly, ignoring the bead of sweat that rolls down my temple. “You can play with me, tease me, use me any other day, but not tonight. It’s been years and I just—”
“Years?” He stops moving.
“I haven’t been with anyone since you. You think I had the time to mess around?”
“No, I just thought…you’d eventually move on.” He clears his throat.
“I wanted to, tried to, but I couldn’t.” I huff out an aggravated breath. “Between Rosie and everything else, I didn’t have time, and when I did, I thought about you. It made me hate you.”
A wicked smile stretches wide across his face. “Good. I’m glad it made you hate me.”
I scoff. “Are you serious? Are you hearing yourself?”
“I am.” He shakes my hand off him and aligns himself at my entrance. “I hear what I’m saying and what you’re saying. And that makes me happy as fuck.”
With no warning, he thrusts deep inside me, and his balls slap against my ass. My jaw drops, air getting trapped in my lungs.
Our gazes settle to where we’re connected. He’s still buried deep inside me, his pubic bone pressed against me. He doesn’t move, only stares.
“Don’t let it go to your head.” I glower at him, but my resolve crumbles, needing him to do something.
“It went straight to my heart.” He hooks his palms under my knees and hoists my legs up and apart.
“I’m glad you weren’t with anyone. I’m ecstatic that even when you tried, you couldn’t because your heart belongs to me as much as mine belongs to you.
And even if you had moved on, I wouldn’t have given up on us.
I don’t care how long it would’ve taken, I’d have waited. ”
He pulls out and we watch as his cock glistens with his cum and me.
It’s only the head that is still in me when he drives back inside.
He does it a few times, going in and out of me slowly, and then he picks up his pace.
He’s fucking me hard, and his sweaty skin slaps mine as his blunt nails dig into my thighs.
My breasts bounce, and our moans echo around the room.
Ecstasy rushes through my veins, and the pit of my stomach coils tight.
“I’m so close…” I can taste it on my tongue, feel the anticipation racing through my body.
I chase it, ready to fall apart again, but he pulls all the way out, drops my legs, and sets me down.
My heels click loud against the floor. “Sylas,” I grit, frustrated.
“You don’t come until I do.” He spins me, pushes my chest down on the marble, and forces my legs apart. “You’re perfect like this. You look so fucking hot.”
I peer over my shoulder, watching him stare at my ass like he’s in a trance, and then see he’s fisting his cock. He strokes himself long and slow and then quickens his pace.
“Don’t…” I plead, rubbing my thighs together. “Don’t you dare.”
“I’m an asshole,” he grunts, his breathing out of control. “Remember?”
“Sylas.” I drop my hand between my legs, but he grabs my hand and plants it back.
“Don’t move. Don’t do anything but watch as I come all over your ass, and when I’m done, you’re going to thank me for taking care of you.” It’s demeaning the way he speaks, how he barely glances at me.
“You can’t be serious. You—” I go to push up, but he presses me back down.
“I am.” He flashes me a belittling grin, giving me a once-over. “Don’t act like you don’t get off on this. Look at you humping nothing.”
I can’t believe this is what I’ve succumbed to, but I can’t help myself. “I need to come.” I whimper, on the verge of tears from how close I am.
“Later, baby,” he rasps.
It’s erotic and annoying watching him like this. He knows this gets me off. He knows how much I love it when he does this, when he treats me like this. I can’t explain why I thrive on him being an asshole, but I do.
“Fuck, I missed this” is the last thing he says before he’s releasing all over me. I drop my forehead on the cool stone, feeling more turned on and angry.
His cum is all over me, dripping between my ass cheeks, down my thighs and calves. But this isn’t enough for him. After his breathing calms, he scoops it up with two fingers and dips them between my cheeks, smearing it across my asshole.
I moan, tensing as he teases it. I’m rolling my hips, hoping he does more, but with his next words, I know he won’t.
“Look at me and thank me.”
I swallow what’s left of my pride and glance over my shoulder. “Thank you for taking care of me.”
A dazed grin curls his mouth while his fingers continue toying with me. “You’re such a good little cum slut. You listen so well. Now let’s really get you cleaned up.”