You feel me making you care?
I slammed forward, drawing a primitive sound from her. “God, you—you feel...”
“What? What do you feel?” I growled.
“Good. Too good. I need—I need to come.”
You and me both.
I couldn’t do this anymore. I needed it over, so I could run and hide. So I could fix everything that was wrong with me. So I could find the man I’d been for twenty-nine fucking long years.
She made a helpless sound of need, grinding herself on my cock. We dripped with sweat, our skin slipping and slicking against each other, our lungs desperate for air.
Tightening my hold on her hair, I increased my rhythm. Nailing her to the bed, I fucked with wild savagery.
Her orgasm came from nowhere and with no warning. One second she rode me as hard as I rode her, the next she went stiff and taut. Her mouth fell wide. A moan that twisted my heart fell around us as her pussy fisted my cock with strength that tore me into pieces.
My own release percolated like a typhoon, howling and buffeting my every cell.
“Fuck.” Grabbing her hip, I tilted her body so she was angled for even deeper punishment.
Tears of delirium trickled from her eyes as I drove my cock further inside her. Her face squeezed tight as I hit the spot where I could go no further. Her body halted any deeper claiming.
The moment she finished coming, I couldn’t stop.
Pleasure surged through me with every thrust. I turned to stone as fiery release exploded from my balls and splashed inside her.
Fuck, pull out. Pull out.
Lurching upright, I wrapped my fingers around the base of my dick and fucked my own hand as I shot thread after thread of release onto her belly.
The second it was over, the guilt came back.
The fear.
The anger.
We were now doubly fucked, and I had no clue how to fix it.
Nila looked at her stomach, and in the boldest, sexiest move, ran her fingertip through my release and sucked it into her mouth.
Fuck. Me.
My entire body tingled.
“If sex with you is like that every time, I have a horrible feeling we’ll end up fucking each other into an early grave.”
An icy gust skittered down my spine. If only she knew how true that sentence was.
She had no clue what I would do to her the next time. She’d had me twice with only skin between us. The next time...shit, I couldn’t think about what I’d do without getting hard again.
The joy at what I planned trickled into my double-crossing heart, and I knew this was the beginning of the end.
We would keep on ruining each other.
We would keep on desecrating debts and vows.
And we would keep on fucking up our future until nothing but horror remained.
