Where they have slim waists, toned arms and legs, and perky tits, I have bulges, rolls, and fat. And while most days I love myself just how I am, and fuck anyone who doesn’t agree because I’m a goddamn delight, in some moments, like this one right here, insecurity threatens to suffocate me as it creeps up my body as though it’s piggy backing on his fingers.
“Easy.” He moans against my neck as though he’s reading my mind, and he kisses me.
This slow and sensual shit isn’t working. I still want to stab him in the jugular with a pen. If he gives me too long to linger on that thought, I might follow through. If this is going to happen, it needs to happen fast. Then I can get him out of my system and move on.
I don’t know why I think that. There’s a voice deep inside me that’s whispering, ‘liar,’ but I squash it down, and push him again.
“Lie down,” he demands.
“The fuck I will. Then I’d have to stare at your ugly face while you fuck me.”
His face really isn’t ugly. He even makes a missing tooth look hot as hell.
His eyes flash like all his Christmases have come at once. My fatal mistake was letting that slip. Now heknowsI want him. “Fine. Pants off and bend over.”
When I don’t move, he pulls me over to his bed, turns me so I’m facing the mattress, and stays behind me for a long moment.
I don’t like that I can’t see him, so I try to turn but his firm hand at the base of my spine stops me from moving. The warmth from his hand spreads throughout my whole body.
He jerks my pants down around my ankles, shoves me forward onto the bed, and gropes my ass with both hands.
When I hear the tearing wrapper of a condom, my body freezes. Once he has his dick in me, there’s no turning back. That’s notreallytrue. But it does cross a line.
Sleeping with the enemy. Am I really going to do this?
His fingers slide into my dripping-wet pussy, and the aroused sound that catches in the back of his throat is damn near enough to make me come undone. “So delectably wet for me Pitstop.”
“Are you going to stand there looking at it? Do you not know what to do?” I rear up and look back at him. “Do you need a map?”
When he squeezes my clit between his thumb and finger, the throb reverberates through my whole nervous system, and I yelp.
“I think I know my way around just fine, thank you.” He drags his fingers through my slick arousal. If my pussy could talk it would be purring and asking for more, but I clamp my teeth together and refuse to let him get anything else from my body.
“Get it over with already, asshole.” Hopefully he’ll fuck the anger out of me. Hopefully once he’s done and we’ve both gotten our ‘O’s, all that will remain is indifference. This anger is exhausting, even if he does find it hot.
“Before I can change my mind.” I’m caught up in indecision.
He rams his stiff cock into me with a low growl. “Consent can always be revoked, Pitstop.” He’s thrusting against me, his balls slapping loudly as he pounds my pussy. His cock doesn’t feel particularly big, there are no decorations on it, nothing sharp, or cold, or metal, there are no attachments, but he sure knows what the fuck to do with it.
It seems to curve the right direction too, because every time he thrusts, I see stars as it hounds my g-spot with a relentless cadence.
I drive my hips back, meeting his thrusts with motion of my own so the cock hammering gets harder and harder until he’s snapping at me through gritted teeth. “Fucking come already, Pitstop.”
“Make me.”
“I can’t hang on much longer.”
“Then assert yourself, and get me over the finish line. You don’t want to be the guy who leaves me unsatisfied, right?”
A roar meets my ears as he grips my ass cheeks with both hands and drives into me with such meticulous accuracy it’s impossible to think he’s never been inside me before. The familiar tingle starts in my toes and deep inside my abdomen, as it gets bigger and bigger I bite down on my tongue, my lips, pinch my arms and hands in a bid to hold off for as long as I can.
“Stop fighting me.”
“Never, Satan.”
“Agh.” His stamina is impressive as fuck. The more I fight, the more he pushes until the bubbling becomes a boil. I spread my knees further and relent. I strum my clit for a minute. It’s probably not a minute. I’m soaking, my arousal making it easy for him to pound the shit out of my pussy, but I need to tell myself I’m making it hard for him.
“That’s it. Just let go.”
