Page 139 of Breathe Like Hell

“Okay, fine. I won’t,” I lied. Dakota needed to understand that she couldn’t mention things without me wanting to buy them for her, without me wanting to give her every experience she’d ever missed out on. Without me wanting to rewrite every memory of her abuser.

I moved back so I could just stare at her for a minute, laying there so obediently, pretending she was still working on her homework while breathing shallowly. I pressed forward, leaning down to bite her soft, bare flesh until she yelped.

“Micah!” she squealed as I sank my teeth into her ass, trying to swat my head away. I flattened my tongue over the spot, soothing away the bite mark.

“Sorry,” I said, not meaning it at all.

I laid on top of her, grinding my clothed erection into her ass while covering her body with my weight. My hand slid down between us to lower my pants in the front, just enough to get my cock out and push it between her thighs, seeking out her pussy. She arched her back to give me better access, stretching her arms above her head, cheek pressed to the carpet.

“Fuck, Masters,” I groaned as I spit on my hand then used it to wet my cock. “You’re supposed to be studying. I shouldn’t do this.”

“I’m—still—studying…” she whimpered, squirming as I pushed the head of my cock to her entrance.

“I’m not so sure about that,” I said as I thrust into her.

It was such a tight fucking fit with her positioned like this, her stretchy pants still keeping her thighs pressed tight together. I spit on my fingers again, then added more lube to my invasion.

She breathed heavily, her eyes squeezed shut as I wedged my cock further inside of her. I gripped the front of her throat, my fingers stretching along her jaw to hold her head up as I breathed against the hollow of her throat.

“Who’s this pussy belong to?”

“You,” she whispered.

“Is that a lie?”

She shook her head, whining and writhing below me. “It’s the truth.”

“That’s right. This sweet little pussy is mine. Just like this mouth,” I slid two fingers past her lips, “and your throat. And you know what else?”

“What?” she panted.

“Your ass is mine too.” I leaned down more, rolling my hips slowly, pumping into her. “Has anyone ever fucked you there?”

She shook her head again.

“That’s good. Because I’m going to be the first.”

“I’m scared,” she admitted quietly.

“You should be.”

A strangled breath escaped her, a moan lodged in her throat.

“Are you going to do it now?”

“What do you think?”

“I don’t know. Should we go upstairs or something? To get a towel? I don’t know. I’m scared.” She buried her face in her arms, but I could still see her flushing. Even her ears were red. I kept fucking her slow, grinding into her. She was getting really wet now.

“You’re not going to want to hear this, but I’m well acquainted with anal sex. I’ve had plenty of experience. I’m going to make it good for you.”

“Oh, right,” she moaned, wiggling her body beneath mine, her pussy clenching around me. “Because you’re gay.”

I wanted to laugh, but I didn’t. She always said gay in such a clinical way.

“Bisexual, baby girl. I’m fucking you now, aren’t I?”

“Oh, right,” she said again, clearly on the edge of being able to comprehend what I was saying. I liked how needy she always got, how sloppy and pathetic and desperate. “Well, are we going to go upstairs?”