That snaps her back to her senses as she whimpers, “It's yours. This pussy is yours…just don't stop.”
I won't. I won't ever stop. “That's right, this pussy is mine and so are you.”
She's mine. Always has been and always will be, especially right now, as I thrust my cock deep into her wet little pussy, ramming into her like an animal. It feels incredible, like all of my anger is melting, but somehow also multiplying at the same time?
“My pretty little slut. My fucking whore,” I groan, “Fucking say it.”
“Fuck you.” She can barely get the words out with how hard I'm thrusting into her.
I spank her ass harshly. “Fucking say it, Adaline.”
“I'm your slut.” The words leave her mouth like a melody and I can feel how close I am.
“Fuck yes,” I hiss out, droplets of sweat leaving my neck. “Only I get to touch you, only I get to kiss you, only I get tofuckyou.”
I pound her wet pussy as hard as I can, my hips driving into her wildly. There's no mistaking how violent this is and how we're both getting off to it.
“Juliette!” She gasps loudly, clearly close.
“Cum with me, Addie,” I tell her, keeping my pace the same, but my hands have left her hair. Instead, I'm taking turns rubbing her back and clawing at her ass as I thrust into her.
My orgasm comes first, maybe a few seconds before hers as I feel my whole body spasming deeper into hers. She cums straight after, both of our moans filling every inch of this room.
I can barely see, my eyes blinking open and shut because of the pleasure overriding my body.
Heat. ice. Poison. I assume this is what each of those things swirled together would feel like.
I keep thrusting, this time at a slower pace as I ride out my orgasm. My clit is swollen beyond belief, my insides contracting, the longer I stare at the scene in front of me.
Every time we have sex it's better than the last. Is that normal? I'm not sure, all I know is that I never want to stop.
I watch her become taken over by her orgasm and I feel my mouth watering at the sight. I hate Adaline Emery, so much. I don't think I could ever stop hating her and that's a problem…because I hate her more than I've ever loved anyone else.
More than I will ever love anyone else.
Ten minutes and one towel later, we both lay next to each other, under her covers. Her toy has been safely tucked away to be cleaned and I've literally never felt more comfortable in my life. I want to get up and get her a glass of water or give her anything she wants.
But I fear that if I move even an inch, she will ask me to go. As life changing as that sex was, I think a real conversation is coming our way.
“I'll break up with him,” I say abruptly, turning my head to her.
I don't want Adonis. I don't think I ever have. While I might be confused about a plethora of other things, that's one thing I'm not confused about at all.
She looks tired, but is clearly satisfied by my words. “So what? We're exclusive fuck buddies now?”
'Fuck buddies.' The term doesn't do us justice; I know it doesn't. I also know that she's been using that label from the beginning, clearly not ready for any other label. I have to be okay with that, especially considering I'm terrified myself. I'll have whatever she gives me, as long as she's only giving it to me.
“It means if you let anyone touch you or if you touch anyone else ever again, I will fucking ruin them.”
She smirks and her eyes darken. “The same applies to you.”
I stifle a laugh. “I don't want to touch anyone else. I don't think I ever have.” I begin tugging at the sheets with my nails. “Did you want to touch them? Tonight?”
Laying here next to her reminds me of the pang that entered my chest earlier. Part of me is hurt, insecure even, that she really wanted to have sex with someone else today. Has she been doing so with other people this whole time too?
She shakes her head. “I was angry at you. I didn't actually want them.” She smiles softly like she can read my thoughts. “I haven't slept with anyone else since we first kissed either. I don't want anyone else.”
I can see the physical pain forming on her face, she clearly hates talking about her feelings, she always has. She's doing it for me, and I can't help the relief that floods my chest instantly. She doesn't want anyone else? She only wants me.
