Page 17 of Ferocious Nightmare

The connection between us blazed, pulsing and explosive.

This woman. This fucking woman was all I needed in my life.

I couldn't take it any longer. I needed to be inside her.

Fuck trust broken.

Fuck her betraying me.

I needed to be in her. Now.

Just as I was about to jerk her upward, her hand on my balls moved to her own cunt, slipping up inside her.

"God," I groaned. She looked so fucking sexy. I couldn't take that away from her.

"Lean back," I demanded, shifting to give her room to press her back against the wall. "Now let me see that pretty pussy weep."

She opened her legs to show me that sexy pink cunt, her fingers working quickly to play with herself.

"Yes," I hissed, still fucking her mouth slowly as I stared at her fingers playing.

Jealousy shot through me.

I wanted those to be my fingers.

"Fuck." I rammed into her, harsher now, pumping my hips and giving in to the moment. "Play with yourself baby. Bring yourself to the edge so you can come with me."

I could barely see her now, the sound of her moans of pleasure overcoming my senses.

I fucked her harshly, showing her how much I hated her betrayal as I thrust into her mouth.

She choked, but I didn't let up, barely registering her own hips moving as she jerked herself off.

Pressure built inside me as her head slammed into the tile, an exhale leaving her mouth each time. But her breathy sounds filled the air with want and need and something more.

It took me a moment to realize what she was saying, mumbling and choking out every time I thrust inside her.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Then she cried out, her body convulsing as she came, and I exploded into her mouth. I thrust once, then again, then emptied myself into her mouth. The sound of her choking on my cum, trying to swallow it, sent another lurch of cum spilling from my dick.

I exhaled sharply, my face pressed against the tile as I tried to calm my pounding heart.

Aster held my half-way hard dick and traced her tongue over it, licking off the rest of my cum. She moaned in pleasure, laving over it like she was worshiping it. When she was done, she leaned back to stare up at me. A low hum of satisfaction left her mouth, and her eyes were soft and dreamy, but red-rimmed from her tears. Her apology was so beautiful.

“Was that good enough for you?”

"Good enough," I grunted, and she scowled. Chuckling, feeling better than I had in days, I crouched down to meet her eyes. "Still going to turn down my offer to make you come?"

“I just came.”

My eyes tracked her body, her erect nipples still begging to be touched. “Somehow, I don’t think it’s enough for you,” I leaned in closer, “I think you want me to make you come.”

She scowled defiantly. “Are you going to fuck me?”

I shook my head. “No.”

She tilted her head up stubbornly. “Then, no.”

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