Only one thing can help ease it for now.
Pinning her thighs open, I find her * with my cock. She’s so fucking wet I don’t even need to prep her. One thrust of my hips and her glare is gone, eyes fighting to stay open as she lets out a moan.
It’s fucking heaven inside her, and from the utter bliss on her face, I’d say it’s the same for her.
I pull out until just the tip is at her entrance, and watch as the lust starts to fade and the anger creeps back in. Then I ram inside her, all the way, making her squeeze around me.
“Fuck,” she whimpers.
Again.
Again.
Long. Hard. Deep.
Make her look at me as she feels everything.
I love this fucking girl so much that it obliterates my control over my body. Always. A few thrusts, and I’m fighting to keep my come in my balls. It needs to be inside her, where it belongs.
If I could give her my blood, I would. I’d give her my damn soul if she asked for it.
“This is everything,” I growl, biting her tit again.
She cries out, arching, her * squeezing tight.
“What is?”
“This. The connection.” Her * sucks me in, milking me with velvet, soft wetness that drives me wild. “What we feel when we’re together. What we can be to each other.”
She shakes her head, trying to deny it. “No. Not anymore.”
My forehead falls against hers. “You feel it, I know you do.”
Her legs wrap around me, heels digging into my ass and spurring me on. My body begins to shake as I hold back the come that’s ready to fill her. Grinding my teeth, I slow down even more, but keep the thrusts hard and deep, desperate to shove the truth into her. “You. You. You. It’s all about fucking you, Kira.”
Her hips rise up to meet mine, each time a little whimper escapes her lips. “This is about fucking.”
I slam my hips into hers, pinning her against the bed. She’s writhing beneath me, the sounds coming from her begging me not to stop. I look into her eyes, but she turns her head. The grip I have on her hair tightens as I move her to meet my gaze.
“I fucked it up, but I’ll fix it. I promise you, I’ll fix everything. I love you, Kira. You’re the only one I ever want.”
She turns her head again, pressing her face into my shoulder. When I try to yank her back, she bites down, refusing to move. I hear her soft sob shortly after.
Then I feel her tears wetting my shoulder.
My chest on fire, I drop my head on her shoulder, hugging her as tight as I can while I continue to rock into her. Deep strokes, staying as close to her as I can. So strong, like I’m trying to fuck my essence into her.
I would if I could, just so I could make her see that the only thing I want is her. That the thing I care the most about in the entire past, present, and future of my being is her. That I can’t exist without her.
She is my reason for living.
She is my heart, my soul.
My chest is so damn tight from everything, I can hardly stand myself with how much I need her.
“Please tell me you love me,” I whisper into her ear. “One day. That’s all I need.”
Kira sobs harder. Her arms and legs lock around me, and we’re nothing but a mass of human need and emotion rocking together. She won’t answer me, and her cries are breaking me apart.
But she won’t let me go. She’s holding me just as I’m holding her—like she’ll fall apart if I let her go.
“I’ll wait forever, Kira. Just keep giving me this. Don’t stop. We can’t live without this, without each other. Don’t take this from me. At least let me feel this.”
She’s shaking in my arms, but I’m to the point I don’t know what from—the physical or the emotional.
“Don’t stop,” she says against my skin, her words almost breaking.
I’m not sure what she means, but I pull out just a little bit farther to rotate my hips more.
“I won’t ever stop. I’ll always love you, want you, fuck you until you can’t stand coming anymore.”
Her body tenses and she begins whispering my name over and over, making my balls draw up tight.
“Fuck, Kira. The way you react when I tell you . . . you can lie to me. It’s okay. Your body tells me every truth I need to know.”
A soft growl echoes in her throat and she bites down into my shoulder, as if trying to break through the skin. “Just shut up and fuck me, damn you.”
Chuckling, I thrust just a little bit faster, giving her a taste. “This isn’t fucking, baby. No matter how dirty or raw it gets. I’m making love to you. Because you’re my girl.”
Her * trembles, tightening more.
Another sob.
A frustrated moan.
Her nipples are so hard they rub against my chest with each thrust. Goose bumps break out all over her arms.
Yeah, she’s my girl. She’s not ready to admit it yet, but her body and soul know what her mind won’t admit.