My intent was to destroy her, but I’ve destroyed myself in the process.
Strained moans pour out of me as steadily as the rivulets of cum filling her pussy. It explodes from me almost painfully, though I can’t tell if it’s because of how hard I come or how tightly she grips me.
I clench my teeth until my molars threaten to crack and tip my head back. I can feel the veins straining down my throat, arms, and legs, on the verge of splitting my skin apart. I can do nothing but try to hold on, almost desperate for it to end yet already mourning the moment it does.
Finally, I feel it give, and my muscles deflate. The one arm keeping me from crushing her shakes violently from my weight, scarcely able to support me. My other hand drops from her mouth, releasing her sharp, quivering breaths.
For several long minutes, aftershocks linger, and the two of us occasionally jolt against one another. All the while, clarity slowly sinks in, and I notice all the little details I didn’t before—the sweat coating our skin from the sauna-like heat in the room, the sobs racking her chest, and how fucking hard our hearts beat against our chests.
The way we tremble is reminiscent of the night Rogue and Severen chained her to the flagpole. How cold she was—I’d never seen a body vibrate that way before. And now, as we lie here, we’re nearly putting fucking hypothermia to shame.
“There’s something wrong with you,” she ekes out through hershuddering before trying to stifle another sob.
“Youare what’s wrong with me,” I mumble breathlessly.
I drop my head to the mattress beside her, my sweaty forehead sticking to the sheet. Now that I’m cognizant again, my forearm burns like fucking hell. The little witch damn near tried to shred my skin to pieces.
Fuck, I don’t know how the hell I’m going to hide them if they’re still visible at my swim meet this weekend. The worst of it should fade, but she dug deep as hell in a few places, and I hope to God the media believes I just got in a playful fight with a fucking cat.
I should definitely admonish her for it, but that sounds exhausting, so for now, I settle on a grumbled, “That was your fault.”
My lungs are so tight, my back cramps between my shoulder blades, something I typically only feel after Coach works me to near death and I’m on the verge of drowning.
“What?” she squeaks out, aghast.
“You know what you did,” I tell her, groaning as I pull out of her and roll off to the side with a heavy sigh. She scoots back on the bed and then lies down flat again with an exhausted huff of her own.
“What just happened was entirely because of you,” she snaps. Her voice is hoarse and cracking at the seams, and I won’t deny how satisfying it is.
Her tear-filled, incredulous stare is burning a hole in my temple, but I’m too fucking exhausted to turn my head to meet it, let alone even move my eyeballs.
“You were being rude,” I say simply, closing my eyes. The world is spinning a little.
She scoffs. “Real rich coming from an asshole like you,” she mutters.
“No, I’ll just be cominginan asshole, and it’ll be yours.”
I don’t see or hear it, but I just know her mouth dropped.
“Stop talking while I spend the next five minutes gathering the energy to punch you in the face. I need to concentrate.”
Despite myself, her threat brings a smile to my face, though I can only manage to lift one side of my mouth. I still hate it, but she’s really fucking cute sometimes.
“You hurt my feelings.”
She sputters as her stare burns hotter, annoyance rolling off her in waves, but I’m still too tired to meet it. “You thought I was beingrude, and that hurt your feelings, so you… decided fucking me against a window with the paparazzi around the corner was the solution?”
I shrug a shoulder weakly. “Yeah.”
Her following silence is full of bewilderment, and my half smile returns.
“That’s it? That’s all you have to say? ‘Yeah’?”
With a groan, I finally crack my eyes open and roll my head over to look at her. Her skin is still slightly pink, her bangs damp against her forehead, and she looks like a fucking goddess.
A pissed-off goddess, but a goddess nonetheless.
“Baby, I truly do not know what else you want from me at this moment. You were rude, so I gave you an attitude adjustment. Now, here we are, thoroughly fucked and exhausted, yet you still have an attitude.”
