Page 69 of Breathe Like Hell

“I’m just horny, and Micah isn’t fucking me anymore. Doesn’t mean I like you or any of the things you do to me.”

Dakota sucked in a breath as I shoved two fingers inside her soaked pussy, curling them up towards her belly, massaging the spot that got her even wetter.

“Way, way too many lies recently, baby. Feels like all you do,” I said, pushing my thumb against her clit, grinding my own hips down against the mattress to get some pressure on my stiff cock.

I wasn’t even exaggerating about what I’d said. It seemed like Dakota had gotten less and less honest in the months I’d been with her—even if I technically knew more about her now. She was growing more deceitful, and I couldn’t help but wonder if I’d made her that way. If I was infecting her with my own shit personality. If I was making her worse overall.

I didn’t like that thought, though, so I fucking ignored it.

Dakota was eagerly rolling her hips against my hand, her tight little body writhing below mine.

“Liars can’t talk about other people lying,” she moaned. “You’re never honest with me.”

I gritted my teeth.

When had all this shit gotten so frustrating?

Probably the same day Micah saw her in his class.

He was the problem.

He made Dakota worse.

If it was just us together, we’d be golden. But he was always fucking there.

He wasn’t here now, though.

Idiot.

What did he think I was gonna do alone here with her?

I slid my fingers out of Dakota’s cunt and flipped her over onto her stomach, tugging down my shorts and pumping my dick a few times with my fist. She was on her knees, chest pressed to the mattress, her gaze focused back over her shoulder, focused on me, bare pussy on display for me to stare at.

She looked so good.

Soon, I would get her to myself again. Somehow. Micah would cease to exist in my life, and I’d be better for it, no longer feeling all the shit he made me feel.

Dakota and I were sick in all the same ways.

She didn’t need him. She only needed me.

I wanted him to see that.

Slowly stretching her with my cock, I grabbed my phone out of my pocket and opened the camera.

Dakota looked so fucking sexy on the screen. Her little waist and her perfect face pressed into the pillow, the flare of her hips and her pussy gripping me so well. I tightened my grip on her hip and snapped a photo, then swiped over to my messages.

She arched her spine, pushing back to take every inch of my length as I sent the picture to Micah. Hopefully he’d enjoy the sight of her getting fucked by me in his bed.

“Liars can do whatever they want,” I said, and Dakota was too distracted by my cock inside of her to keep fighting me on it. She just nodded, still angling her hips to take me as deep as possible. For whatever reason, that pissed me off again.

I slapped her ass, which only made her moan louder.

I gritted my teeth, anger sinking into my bones.

My brain was a literal toxic wasteland. I didn’t want her agreeable anymore, because her agreement felt like apathy, and I preferred fighting to that. She was being nice because she wanted dick, but she would be just as nice to Micah if he was here.

Fuck.