Page 16 of Evidence of Us

“Okay,” I whisper.

“Is that what you want?” he asks. “You are in control of all this,” he continues.

“Yes,” I admit. “I just want to feel normal. I have focused so much of my energy on school and work that I don’t remember what it’s like to just… enjoy myself.”

“Let me take care of you, Mariska,” Zeke says, kissing my neck. “God, I’ve missed how you melt for me.”

“You should know that I kinda turned into a whore,” I say. “Don’t ask me names, because I have no idea.”

Zeke pulls back and chuckles. “I’m not bothered by how you coped, baby. All I care about is right now.”

I glance down, and my mouth falls open, making Zeke cackle. “Zeke, oh my God. You were big before, but holy fuck.”

“I grew a bit since then,” he remarks.

“A bit? You were at least seven inches before. What the fuck?”

“Are you too scared, Riss?” he asks as he starts washing my body.

“No,” I tell him. “Well, maybe a little.”

I close my eyes and relax as he washes me. When he rinses the soap off me, I start washing him. “What are you doing?” he asks.

“Washing that skank off my man,” I say, and he grabs my face and kisses me hard. When he pulls back, he keeps my face between his large hands. “Don’t ever forget that, Zeke. You’re mine, and you always have been.”

“I won’t,” he says, kissing me again.

When he pulls back, I resume washing him, caring for every inch of his amazing body. When I get to his cock, I can’t help but try to wrap my hand around him. He growls when I start to stroke him, but is in utter shock when I drop to my knees. “I’ve always wanted to do this to you,” I say before taking him to the back of my throat and sucking hard.

“Fuck, Riss,” he groans, placing his hand on the wall to support himself as I suck his cock. I pull back and smile up at him, and he looks feral.

“Can I tell you about what I like?” I ask.

“While on your knees with my cock in your hand? Fuck yes, you can,” he says, making me smile.

“I like to be forced,” I say, and I swear his eyes darken. “I have this fantasy of Dawson holding me down and fucking me like it’s forced. Having you back in my life… I trust you two more than anything in this world. Fuck me like I don’t want it, and you don’t give a shit what I want.”

“Do you want a safe word?” he asks, cupping my cheek. “It’s absolutely okay to have and use one. I can be a lot.”

“I don’t,” I say. “I know you won’t give me more than I can handle.”

“Understand, I will not hold back with you, Mariska,” he warns.

“Good.”

“So you are perfectly okay if I slap you, throat fuck you until you puke, and then fuck you to tears, but give you no way to beg for mercy? No way to escape me? I will make it hurt, my love.”

“I bruise easily, so don’t slap me too hard in the face,” I say. He narrows his eyes at me, and I am stunned when he smacks my cheek hard enough to make me gasp and fall back a little. He slaps my other cheek, and I definitely find this hot.

“You didn’t even flinch,” he remarks.

“Because you hit like a bitch,” I say. He smirks and slaps the side of my breast so hard that I gasp loudly and fall to the side. I am so fucking turned on right now, and so is he. Zeke grabs the sides of my face and thrusts his cock into my mouth and starts throatfucking me hard and fast. I gag each time he hits the back of my throat, but he keeps doing it over and over and over again. My pussy is practically throbbing, and I am on the verge of coming. I gag so violently that we both know I am absolutely about to vomit. He quickens his pace, and it all hits me at once. I vomit, but he doesn’t stop. It comes out of my nose and around his cock, but he keeps going until I panic when I can’t breathe. Only then does he pull back and let me gasp for air.

While I am trying to catch my breath, he kneels with me and uses the sprayer to clean himself and me. I am dazed when he shuts the water off and dries me. When we get to the room, he shoves me back on the bed and climbs up with me.

“Regret it yet, Riss?” Zeke asks as he gently kisses the scarring on my abdomen. He strokes his fingertips across my skin and is lost in thought for a moment before pulling back. He pushes my knees to my chest and leans into my body to lay his hands on the bed.

“No, please fuck me,” I whisper. He slowly pushes just the head of his cock into me, and I groan. With a chuckle, he pulls out and slams into my cunt, burying himself as I scream out. “Fuck!”