Somewhere back at her apartment,I think she shot me.
She had to have shot me because this reality seems… skewed.
I wonder if our timeline shifted.
Because I can’t fucking believe she’s in my arms.
I can’t believe she didn’t run.
But now that she’s in my arms and entirely mine, I’m never letting her go.
She kisses me as if she thinks she’s going to die at any moment. Her hands are on my cheeks. I secure my forearms on her back and hold her flush. I can’t get over the feeling of her naked body against mine. It’s so much more overwhelming than I fantasized about.
She rocks her pussy against mine, her body trembling as if she’s about to cry waiting for this release. I pull back and stroke her cheek, the corner of my lip curling at the look on her face.
“Rockstar, you’re trembling,” I breathe against her cheek. “Do you want me inside you?”
I slide my finger between her ass cheeks, and she gasps.
“Yes.”
I clench her butt in my hand and sink a finger into her pussy from behind, groaning at her arousal. My lips meet hers again, our tongues pushing against one another as if she’s trying to hold onto one last shred of dominance. I wrap my hand around her hair and yank her head back, exposing her throat. She winces at the stretch, a smile on her lips, and I scoff as I kiss that deviant grin.
“Are you ready for me?” I ask, slipping that finger into her once again.
“Yes,” she pleads.
I lay back on the pillows and pull her further up my chest. Her wet pussy slides on my stomach. Her palms press to my tits, grabbing like she’s holding on, and I groan.
“Yeah, grind on my stomach, baby,” I tell her. “Ride me like a desperate slut begging her stalker to touch her.”
I add another finger as she does.
“That’s it,” I tell her. “Do you think you can take more of me?”
She jerks. “Yes.”
“Is that the only pathetic little word you can manage?Yes?”
She bites her bottom lip, eyes closing. “Yes.”
A third finger slides inside of her, and she groans, her forehead hitting my chest.
“Shh… I have you. I’ll take care of this pussy. You need another?”
Her pussy throbs around my fingers. She nods her head, hair falling over her eyes as she squeaks, “Mmhmm. Yes.”
“You’re so fucking greedy.” I slip in a fourth, and her nails break my skin.
“Don’t stop,” she pleads.
I can see the tears pricking her eyes, and the sight does something to me. Her mouth drops, and I snake my free hand up to her cheek to swipe away a drop. “Shh… that’s it,” I say, stroking her. In and out. Each one deliberate.
“Harder,” she breathes.
My brows lift.
God, she’s perfect.
