my stupid, disloyal body?—
is thirsty for it,
craves it,
needs it.
“Don’t come, Baby.”
His breath slides down my spine,
hot enough to char bone.
“If you come, I’ll skip your favorite part.
“Just bury my cock in you and call it a day.”
My breath stutters,
my lungs confused from the whiplash,
hating his voice,
his words,
but still chasing his hand.
When his palm cracks down across my pussy again,
another quake tears through me,
my body clenching, trying to escape itself.
“You really gonna fuck this up 'cause you caught feelings?” His voice isn’t angry, it’s worse. It’s calm. “That what got you weak, huh? Who would’ve fuckin’ thought?
“Fairy tale pussy
“chasin’ happily-ever-after dick.”
His laugh’s wicked as his hand moves faster,
forcing the orgasm out of me
like he’s wringing out a rag.
“You think he’s gonna handle you like I do?”
He leans in,
his breath smearing heat down my neck.
“Let you run shit the way you need?”
Andrew.
He’s talking about Andrew.
This isn’t about Ben getting off or feeding his urges. He’s still scared Andrew will take everything away from him.
