“Yes. And I…I n-never said I was leaving n-now. Oh God, fuck me harder! I want to come, Zane,” she whines.
Thrust, thrust, thrust.
“Take my last inch and I will.”
“How? I don’t know how, Zane!”
“Figure it out!” Am I being irrational. Sure as fuck. Do I care? Hell, no. It’s her fault. My siren. My muse. My doom.
She clenches down on me on my next thrust. My balls scream as stars dance across my eyes.
“Nah, baby, I don’t think that’ll do it.”
“Oh God,” she stops, clawing harder at the wall.
“Relax that pussy for me, baby. Let me in. Let daddy in,” I croon straight into her ear.
She freezes for a rigid moment. Then, holy of holies, she drops back onto her heels, impaling herself harder on my cock.
And sweet fucking fuck, I’m in.
I stare at where we’re connected. Where my crotch is snug against her pussy hole. No excuses in. “Jesus Christ. Was that what you needed, you filthy girl? A daddy kink?”
Her throat gurgles and shudders repeatedly.
I’m also scared to pull out, scares she won’t take me back in. “If I pull out, will you let daddy back in?”
She squeaks an incoherent answer as sweat drips down my temple.
We can’t stay like this forever. I need to fuck my woman. Need to come in that magic pussy before we both lose our minds.
So I pray to every god listening. Then I pull out slowly, dragging another whimper from her. And I drive back in.
There’s a hint of a resistance. But then I make it back in, full hilt. “Oh fuck oh fuck, you did it.” I try again and she takes me back in. “Good girl. Such a good girl. Daddy’s so proud of you.”
The steady drenching tells me how much she loves the praise and I heap more on her head until my balls scream enough.
Until I remember why we’re rage-fucking in the first place.
Then the tide turns. Fury-bleeding-into-need, the kind of sex that leaves bruises and apologies and forgiveness tangled in the sheets.
She comes first, with a high-pitched scream I’m sure can be heard in China.
Then I band my arm around her waist and walk us to the bed, where I put her face down and spent one frantic minute pumping inside her until I roar with the agonised pleasure of it.
When it’s over, when she’s trembling under me, breath broken, skin flushed, lips swollen, I keep her hips pinned to my crotch, deeply impaled inside her with no signs of give.
I arrange us sideways on the bed and brush my lips over her damp temple. “I’m never losing you,” I whisper.
Ruby swallows hard but says nothing.
And we stay like that until she falls asleep.
And while she’s sleeping, I rock my hips, fucking her slow and steady, catching and hoarding the soft cries she makes in her sleep, the fluttering of her pussy around my stiff dick. And when I’ve emptied my balls a second time, I join her in sleep.
Four hours later, we rise, shower and get dressed silently.
Tension still hums between us, thin, sharp and electric.
