Andi throws her arms around me and climbs onto my lap, her legs straddling my waist as she kisses me. All it takes is a few shifts of her hips, a few strokes of my hands along her body, and my dick is aching to finally sink inside her.
Her back hits the mattress, and she arches her hips to meet me, her wet pussy sliding against my length. The feeling makes me shudder. I barely have the strength to part from her lips, the strength to hold myself back from taking everything she has left—
And as I slam inside her, I’m reminded of something.
She isn’t meant for me.
She’s meant for someone wholly good and honest. Someone who will bring out the light that’s been dimmed in her soul for years. She’s meant for someone who will wipe away every scar. Someone who will show her that life can be beautiful if she gives the sun a chance.
She isn’t meant for someone scarred beyond repair. For someone who craves to know her every visible wound and discover the ones hiding in crevices that no other being has ever touched. She isn’t meant for someone who wants to rip open her scars so that they heal beneath the stitches I thread through them. Someone who will worship those lacerations and show her life is just as beautiful beneath total darkness and the pouring rain as standing in the blinding sun.
She isn’t meant for me.
Her soul wasn’t made to soothe mine.
Her body was never made for me to claim.
But I’ve never been a believer in god or fate or even fucking unicorns.
So, fuck all the things that say we aren’t meant to be.
I’ll make us fit.
Andi throws her head back with a gasp. She’s so fucking tight, so fucking tense. I lean my forehead against hers and groan as I hear her whimper, as I feel her angle her hips toward me. My lips land briefly upon hers, and I thrust inside her again, drawing out another gulp of breath.
“Maddox…”
“You can take it, beautiful,” I tell her. I grab the back of her thigh and hike it higher, and when I plunge deeper, she presses her hands to my face and kisses me hard. I swallow her words, her moan, her quaff of air. I devour all her fears and anxieties.
With her next whimper, I grab her ass and squeeze. She gasps into me with every deliberate thrust, and I feel her relax a little more every time I penetrate her.
“Right there,” she whines. “Maddox,right there.”
“Right…” I angle myself and push her knee over my arm, keeping her locked in place. Her chest caves with the motion, her nails digging into my side. Her jaw drops, eyes closing shut. Something of a mix between pain and pleasure sounds from her lips, and I let the noise roll over my shoulders.
So fucking addicting.
Every thrust is deeper than the last. She’s arching her hips to meet mine, and as my pace quickens, I see a smile flash on her perfect lips.
“What are you smirking at?” I ask.
She throws her hand over her head and braces her palm against the wall. “You feel so fucking amazing,” she nearly wails. “Ah—shit.Maddox.” Goosebumps rise on her arms, and she blows out an audible breath with tears in the corners of her eyes.
“Look at you taking all of me,” I say as our foreheads meet. I run my hand up her body, stopping only to squeeze her tit before wrapping that hand around her throat. She opens her mouth to gasp for air, and I lick the tears from the side of her face. The little smile flinching on the corners of her lips does something to me. It ignites the darkest parts of my soul, and I know I have to give her more.
I grab her and roll us so that she’s straddling my waist. Her knees pull to either side of my hips, though I don’t let her sit back. I hold her at a slight hover, my other hand still encompassing her throat, and I pull her face toward me just enough to flick my tongue against hers.
Her nails dig into my chest so harshly that I’m sure I’ll have the most adorable claw marks on my skin when this is over.
I might get them tattooed.
Her pussy tightens around me, and I slam hard enough in her that she yelps. My fingers fasten on either side of her throat, squeezing just enough that I know the roll of her eyes isn’t just from my dick impaling her tight cunt. Her mouth drops open again, moans and cries sounding from her that are stifled and hoarse. She shuts her eyes tight, her face straining. I strike my hand across her ass, and she shudders at the licentious pain.
Shit, seeing her pussy devour my dick sends me teetering on that edge. She frantically slaps my arm, and I know she’s on the verge of collapsing. I can feel her release right there—
“Come for me, beautiful,” I tell her.
My grip around her throat relaxes, and her whole body paralyzes when it does. Her pussy pulses around me, the waves causing my body to erupt with hunger for more. And when she collapses into my arms, I catch her.
