Page 30 of Bride of Choice

“My Jojo,” he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper, a cajoling purr.

Fuck me. “This doesn’t mean anything!” I insisted. “We’re still broken up!”

“My Jojo broken?” His purr was outrageous. “Rek fix. Tell Rek were my Jojomine broken.”

“Fuck you,” I gasped out, even as I fully gave in.

Slowly, and I wasn’t sure when I’d started to join in along with him, his hips had started to rock, and mine had followed along. It happened so gradually and I was being expertly distracted, before I really took stock of what the hell I was doing, but before I knew it my ass was bumping and grinding back against him, outright dry humping him, and I’d lost all sense of reason.

Releasing my jaw, he took my lips, eating at my mouth, a deep, satisfied rumble filling his chest when I finally said fuck all and fully gave over, thick fingers clamping down onto my hips.

“Pants on,” I panted out as I came up for air and he returned to tormenting me to death, laving and placing biting kisses along the column of my throat. “This is a hate fuck, simple as that. Let’s not make it more complicated than it needs to be.”

About to start growling at the obstacle, he stopped just as fast. “Fine. Pants stays,” he rumbled out quickly, too quickly, sliding a hand between us to work it up and down the crotch of my pants teasingly.

A small whimper left me as he rubbed me just right, making me want to rescind my hastily made statement.

“Oh- That feels- That’s- So good. Right there,” I whispered as my hips followed his ministrations, eager to chase that sensation.

When he started pressing harder, his cock soon joining in on the fun, I wondered if I might come from that alone. The sound of the clawed tips of his fingers scraping along the seam grew louder and loud, until I felt it.

So horny at this point I was willing to risk some major irritation hard fucking his fingers through my pants, I didn’t say a gods be damned word as the crotch of my pants split, then my panties as a claw quickly hooked onto the fabric to slice through that next, and then he was there, seeking my waiting heat, finding it, to pause until I took the bait and eagerly pressed the head of him to my waiting heat, to slide right home.

“Oh god!”

“MINE.”

His snarl was music to my ears. Even better when he slid deep, until I was stuffed full on every devastating inch of him, and he started moving.

“I’ll kill you if this is some kind of trick. I swear to god, bumble brain, I’m not going down for y- you- Ah! Ah-god-yes-don’t-you-dare-fucking-stop!”

“Mine,” he kept muttering as his hips pistoned, legs already trembling, looking like he was two seconds in and already ready to explode.

I knew when he came, groaning my name as he jerked and shuddered in my arms and warmth flooded my channel, yet he kept going. He may live, I decided as I rocketed towards completion and he led the way.

My exultant cry was swallowed up by the snarling man beast threatening to fuck me senseless.

Just when I thought I couldn’t come any harder, his rhythm slowed. He didn’t stop. He fucked me leisurely, like he had all the time in the world.

“My Jojo,” he crooned, purring all the while.

I was addicted. This was proof. Even after all the shit he’d pulled, here we were, yet again.

“I love you, too,” I told him, swallowing thickly as my chaotic thoughts conjured that cursed eyeball leakage.

Noting the sniffles in my voice, Rek pulled back. One look at my face and he crooned to me softly, gently wiping the tears threatening to spill out away.

“Why my Jojo-knee has the weepies?” he murmured sweetly.

My heart ached to hear him talking like that.

Feeling like a blubbering mess, I told him through the tears coming on, “Nothing’s going to change.” My head shook as my chest hitched.

When he frowned in confusion, I elaborated as we, for lack of a better word or phrase, disengaged, “You're just going to keep being your jackass self, pissing me off, demanding I be some paragon of perfectness that doesn’t exist and does whatever you say, withholding everything you know I want until I do, and I’m going to slowly go crazy trying not to throttle you!”

“No cry. No cry,” he said quickly, when the soft blubbering commenced.

I was close to my period, feeling more than a bit idiotic after two fake woo me, please rejections, still reeling from the realization that Rek and I were never going to make it as is, and about a million other things.

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