How can he care so much about my pussy's happiness, yet treat my heart so poorly?
Or maybe he does care now. Or maybe he never stopped. Or maybe I'm just fucking fooling myself because I can't let him go.
I tell myself this night is my way of saying goodbye. We ended too quickly like ripping off a Band-Aid. I need more time and tonight I have it.
Jace comes inside me, but I'm not ready for our time together to end. My pussy teases his softening cock until he nips at my lower lip.
We refuse to speak. I can't hear his voice without remembering him telling me goodbye. Silence allows me to forget, but he wants to know if I want more. Tugging gently at my lips with his teeth is his question. I answer him by caressing his face.
Jace lifts me up before leaning back, so I'm riding his now hardening cock. He's asking me to show him what I want. I stare down at him in the dark room and roll my hips. His hard chest is hot under my fingertips as I work his erection into a hard rod.
Watching me, Jace lazily rolls my nipples in his rough fingers. I fuck a bit faster, wanting to come. His hand reaches for my hair, pulling me down to where his lips wait. His kiss isn't leisurely or tender. Sucking hard at my tongue, he wants me to let loose.
I think to say something to him, but my words burn up from my gut to my chest until I can barely breathe. Unable to speak, I move my hips while he watches me again.
Not trusting him enough to let go, I remain in control. I still find pleasure. Jace's body might be different in some ways, but he's the same in all the best ways.
My pussy refuses to care about my mental problems. She isn't bothered by him breaking my heart. This man has a cock she knows too well to worry over small things like feelings and the future. Yeah, a pussy's needs are immediate and primal. Besides, he never did my pussy wrong, so she really has no reason to hold a grudge.
My orgasm has a weird sedated quality. I find pleasure, yet feel unsatisfied. Jace stares up at me in the dark, and I sense he's bored. Irritated, I stop moving my hips.
Suddenly, he sits up and wraps me in his arms. His lips devour mine, stealing my breath. Jace slides his hands under my ass and guides me. Up and down, he instructs without saying a word. I wanted silence and he's giving it to me. He's also making me come again.
No longer passive, Jace twists on the bed, so we move to the edge. Then he's over me, cock still deep inside my desperate pussy. Fucking harder, he takes charge. Despite my resentment towards Jace, I'm forever grateful to have him in the driver's seat. My pussy immediately thanks him with a much-improved orgasm.
Smiling again, I decide for tonight I'll forgive him. Tomorrow, we can go back to complicated.
Jace drives his cock into my body as if on a mission. He strikes a sexy dark figure against the moonlight from the window. I reach for one of his hands and place it against my throat. His touch feels perfect against the soft skin.
I meet his rhythm, wanting him to come. I need him to fill me. I crave the power to make this strong man go weak. I hear his breath quicken. My joyful pussy tightens around his cock, sucking it steadily. I want him to lose control, even if I can't.
Our silence is broken when Jace groans my name while coming hard. I pinch his nipples, and his hips buck against mine. He groans again, coming so hard I wonder if he'll pass out from the pleasure. He says my name again while his hips thrust wildly.
The pressure is too great for my pussy. Crying out Jace's name, I'm surprised by how sudden my orgasm hits me. I swear I'm coming for the sheer fact that I made him feel this good. A reward for a job well done.
Jace leans down against me, still thrusting while his lips suck at mine. His tongue enters my mouth, tasting me as hungrily as his cock still looks for pleasure. I don't think he'll stop fucking me ever.
This idea both excited and saddens me. Tomorrow, the sun will rise, and we'll return to the people who can't trust each other.
Chapter 32
Jace
You Don't Even Know Who I Am
Even with her wrapped tightly against my body, Sawyer bails on me. I sleep right through her escape. Just before nine, the sun wakes me to find her gone.
The pillows smell like peaches from her shampoo. I caress the fabric and think about the night before. Sex with Sawyer felt good but cold. A few times, she let go enough for me to feel the woman I love. That Sawyer is mine. The rest of the night, she felt like a damn stranger.
Finally crawling out of bed, I find Sawyer downstairs in the living room, ready to leave for breakfast. The twins are somewhere nearby, yelling at Zane.
"Last night," Sawyer whispers, "was a great way to say goodbye."
I want to tell her she's full of shit. I know Sawyer loves me. I love her too. Our feelings might be all over the place, but lying isn't the solution.