“Fuck me.”
“Ruin me.”
She chanted filthy things as he pressed into her, and he reached around and played with her breasts, rubbing her nipples between his fingers and pinching her until she was a babbling mess.
“Keep going,” he said.
Bryson teased her and pounded into her, taking his fill. He made her beg for every ounce of him, and he felt his arousal burning all around him.
Pulling her up by her hair, Bryson brought her into his chest and moved her body into his lap.
When he knew he was close, he pressed his fingers inside her cunt, feeling himself through her walls.
Adria whimpered and continued to beg. “Please, Bryson, just like that.”
“Fuck, don’t stop, keep fucking me.”
“Using me.”
Bryson didn’t stop.
Couldn’t stop.
He pushed her all the way until she shattered around him and he wasn’t far behind.
The orgasm ran through him, while his body tightened in response before sparks seemed to electrocute his entire body as her muscles fluttered around him.
Hot cum filled the inside of Adria, and Bryson collapsed onto her.
The two of them fell into a perfect silence. Their bodies still except for the gentle rise and fall of their chests.
Bryson felt completely at peace. Hearing only silence for the first time in months.
And the stillness of it reached into somewhere deep inside of him. Bryson felt his armor—his carefully created shell—loosen.
“Regan hurt me,” he said, and he felt Adria hold her breath.
“But mostly, he just wanted me to hurt him,” Bryson whispered.
She twisted in his grip, and he fell out of her as she turned to place her palms on his face.
Bryson was surprised when he felt wetness forming there.
“I liked it,” he confessed.
Adria didn’t say anything. She just lay there with him, breathing.
“I would come, hurting him, Dri—like really hurting him.”
His voice cracked. “We both would hurt each other. It became a sick, twisted game.”
He closed his eyes, shutting her out. Shutting it all out. “I came every time.”
Every fucking time.
It didn’t matter who was topping, Regan always ensured Bryson finished.
“Your body responds in unique ways during assaults,” her voice said, breaking through his spiraling thoughts. “I still am fucked up from what happened to me. I—” she stopped talking, and he opened his eyes.
