Like usual, Gage rushed through the foreplay. For some reason, he didn’t enjoy making out too much before they got down to business, but that was usually her favorite part. Always over way too soon.
Surprisingly to Hailey, he actually kissed and licked down her body until he found that spot between her legs,that spot that barely ever got visits from his mouth. She tried arching her back at the overwhelming sensation, but he held her down.
She laid back and enjoyed it as much as she could, trying to revel in it while she had the chance.
“Right there,” she said. “I’m close … I’m close!”
“Perfect, you’re ready for me.”
Gage cut off her orgasm before it happened and left her hanging. In her state of desperation, he flipped her over and barely gave her a moment before he thrusted his cock all the way into her.
Hailey cried out at the force. Her core struggled to open up for him. Gage, of course, was oblivious to her pain. He continued his thrusting, immediately going as fast and as hard as he could, mistaking her groans for pleasure.
Her body couldn’t keep up. Or maybe it didn’t want to. She started to feel pulling, uncomfortable friction that Gage didn’t notice.
“Babe, let me grab the lube,” she begged. “Please.”
She reached forward to the nightstand beside his bed, not waiting for a response from him, and ripped open the top drawer, her hand roaming around before finally finding the strawberry-flavored lube he got for some reason. It’s not like he ever wanted to taste it.
Hailey uncapped the lube and spread some on her hand, then reached back and gave his cock a couplestrokes to make it slick. The moment she let go, he continued his onslaught.
Feeling a slight sting from the lube, Hailey knew he did some damage to her insides. Hopefully, he didn’t make her bleed this time. She ruined his sheets last time and he was unforgiving, despite being able to afford plenty more. It’s not like it was her fault he couldn’t keep her wet.
As her body adjusted to the finally slicker cock pounding into her, he shocked her by bringing his palm to her ass with such force that it skipped over pleasurable and went right to too painful.
Hailey yelped from the pain and whimpered, which Gage assumed was confirmation she was enjoying it. Before she could bounce back from the pain, he slapped her ass again even harder.
“Gage, please,” she cried. “Not so hard!”
He breathed out an okay before spanking her yet again, with no change in the force of his palm. She wondered how red her ass would be this time.
Gage leaned over her so his chest was rubbing against her back. She was hoping this meant he’d reach around and pay some attention to her clit so she could get off. He had yet to ever make her come from penetration alone.
Instead, he grabbed both her arms by the biceps and gripped her tightly, pulling her toward him harder onevery thrust. His grip was getting uncomfortable and Hailey hoped he was close to finishing. Thankfully, he didn’t make her wait too long.
Less than a minute of squeezing her arms like a vice had him coming with a shout, as he emptied into the condom she finally got him to start wearing after the first few months of their relationship. He spent that time complaining about how condoms were too small for him and she caved. But, lying to him about missing her pill a couple times convinced him to start using them.
Like hell would she ever have his baby. She thought back to a conversation they had about a month ago about their future. Gage had seen a college photo of her after she gained her freshman fifteen. Okay, so it was more like thirty. But, the cafeteria had unlimited brownie cookies and she just couldn’t get her fill of them.
He made a nasty comment about how he never would have asked her out if she still looked like that. But he made it worse when she questioned him about her getting pregnant one day. Would he be okay with her gaining weight then?
Nope. He said he’d want a hall pass so he wouldn’t have to touch her when she was swollen with his baby.
Fuck that. And fuck the idea of ever going that far with him. That conversation had added to her despair and watered the seed in her head about leaving him. So, why couldn’t she do it?
Deep down, she knew this wasn’t what she wanted out of her life. It wasn’t the kind of love she’d read about in romance novels or the ones she saw in her favorite shows, or even couples she knew like Bridget and Rick. She realized at some point that he was not the Jim to her Pam, the Ben to her Leslie, the Captain America to her Peggy Carter. She was close to giving up on love, thinking that this was the best she could do. This led her to a depressing realization.
She liked her men like she liked her books: fictional.
Unfortunately, Gage felt the same way about how he liked his women. He liked his books bound in leather or with other pretty covers and put on his shelf for show, enjoying them when he was in the mood, but not caring about the books themselves.
After Gage left her side to throw away the condom, she made her way to the bathroom to pee, wincing when the stream stung. Washing her hands, she could feel the soreness settling into her arms and she was avoiding looking in the mirror at her ass until she took a deep breath.
She let out a breath slowly before she turned toward the mirror.
“Holy shit!” she shouted from the bathroom, storming out a moment later. “Gage, my ass looks like a fucking tomato shaped like a handprint.”
When he looked at her ass, he smiled and said, “Nice.”
