I know I’m close, I know that one glance at where my cock slides in and out of her pussy will push me over the edge. But I wait for her to finish. I wait for her to beg.
When her body stops spasming and begins to shiver, she finally opens her eyes. The look in them almost undoes me.
“Please, Dariy, I need you to come. I’m too sensitive to take much more…please cum in me.”
“You’ll have it,” I vow. “Every last fucking drop.” I piston my hips harder, my balls lift. “I’m going to give you exactly what you’re begging for.”
I drop my gaze to where my thick cock thrusts into her swollen cunt and explode with a cry that’s somewhere betweena roar and a plea. With every spurt of cum my groans turn to whimpers in a way that would usually embarrass me, but this woman brings me to my knees, and I don’t care if she knows. I pump harder into her with each new wave of pleasure, pulling her thighs against me in a bid do get deeper still, filling her with everything I have until my balls ache and my cock is soft and wilting.
I never take my eyes off her. Keeping them on her even when I want to throw my head back, even when my mouth goes slack and I almost pass out with the force of the ejaculation and the sharp tingle in my balls as they empty again.
“You didn’t hold back that time,” she says with a grin as my cock slides limply from her. I can’t help but look at her gaping pussy again, and my cock leaks one last weak spurt of cum at the sight, making me whine.
Fuck, she is going to be my absolute destruction.
Callie
My body still feels like it’s buzzing, like he short-circuited every nerve and left them raw and sparking. The room smells like sweat and sex and something dangerous that feels suspiciously like belonging.
My mind keeps replaying everything. The fear, the heat, the way my body trembled so hard I thought I might break apart in his hands. But underneath all of that is a quieter truth I don’t want to admit: he made me feel safe. Safe from… nothingness. Safe from being invisible.
Since grandma became sick, I’ve been holding myself together alone, terrified to need anyone because people leave, people die, people forget. But when he touched me, I felt something crack open, something that whispered you don’t have to carry this alone. And that terrifies me far more than the moment he pressed a gun against my skin.
But as the rush fades, reality forces its way back in, hard.
The clock on the bedside table reads six-fifty-five am and I quickly push myself up on shaking elbows, the sheet slipping down my chest. He’s still beside me, his breathing slow and even, muscles lax in a rare moment of vulnerability. He looks almost human like this. Not the man who killed someone last night. Not the monster everyone else fears.
A man I want too much.
I ache in the best possible way and have been so thoroughly fucked I’m not even sure I’m in the same dimension I started in. But whichever reality this is, I want to make it work.
“I need to go,” I whisper into the dimness. He doesn’t move. I try again. “Dariy. I need to get back home. I have to change and head out to see my grandma.”
That gets his attention.
“She wakes up disoriented some mornings…” I add, looking around the room, before remembering he tore the clothes from me in the living room last night.
His eyes open. Still heat-dark, but sharpening. Focusing. Possession coalescing behind them like storm clouds reforming.
“That’s not happening right now. Were you seriously planning to go straight from your shift this morning?”
My heart punches up into my throat. “Yes, I have to see her. She’ll wake up soon, and she’ll panic if I’m not there. Plus, I need to do damage control with my manager. She has no idea where I disappeared to last night, mid shift. I can’t lose this job. It’s the only thing keeping me afloat.”
“You’re not afloat Callie, and your grandmother is being cared for,” he says, the words clipped. “Better than before.”
“What do you mean?” I ask as I begin to climb out of his bed. His arm is around me in an instant, pulling me back into bed against the hard plane of him.
“She is being transferred today to a better facility,” he offers, his hand finding my nipple and rolling it between his thumb and index finger.
“What?” I almost shriek, ignoring the thrill of what he is doing to me. “You can’t just move her.” I push his hands away and sit up again, cursing the way my body has responded to him so readily, so needily. “Where is she? She needs me.”
I hear the tension in his voice. “You need air, food, sleep. You need space to be yourself, to allow yourself to want things. And you’re getting all of that here.”
I bluster, my mind whirling too fast for me to pick out the words I need. “It’s not your decision to make,” I finally manage, my voice cracking on the edges, anger and panic blurring. “You made the choice not to kill me, that doesn’t mean you get to take my life from me in other ways.”
His expression shifts to something cold and immovable.
“You walked into my world, Callie. You don’t get to walk back out. Besides—” he stretches beneath the sheet, every long, rigid line of him making me want things I’ve never entertained before. “You were the one begging me to fuck you.”
