Page 34 of The Afterthought

"I wasn't thinking about anything except for why you haven't fucked me yet. Either do it or leave." I need to keep him at a distance. I can’t let him in again, not after how badly he hurt me last time.

Thankfully, he lets it go and sits on the couch next to me. He leans over to grab me and pull me on top of him. I straddle his hips, and he grabs my bound hands and lifts them over his head so that one arm is on each side of it.

This is too intimate. I should stop this. He knows what I was thinking, regardless of how I try to play it off. I know it's a bad idea, but for some reason, I can't. I want him. I don't say no. I let him use my body the way that he wants to. One time won't hurt. That's what I tell myself, at least. It's just sex. I'm not letting him into my heart. That will never happen again.

"Condom," I say.

"I put one on while you were staring at the tattoo on my chest."

His hands reach down to grab my hips. He lifts me up and slowly lowers me onto him, inch by inch. I almost forgot how big he was. He gives me a moment to adjust to his size. My eyes focus on the wall behind the couch as he finally begins moving inside me. He pushes and pulls at my hips, making me grind on top of him.

"Look at me, Ava."

"No," I state firmly, and he stops. I'm not looking at him. I can't. I won't allow this to be intimate. Looking him in the eyes in this position would be exactly that.

One hand leaves my hip, and he reaches up to pull my face towards his. "I want you looking at me when you come apart on my cock."

"No," I say again while staring into his eyes.

He pushes me off of him, making me fall to my side on the couch. He stands and pulls me up so that I'm on my knees, facing the back of the couch. My bound hands hang over the back of the couch. He grabs my hips and pulls me towards his cock, slamming inside me with zero hesitation.

"You want me to take it from you then?" A hand comes down to slap my ass hard, and I clench around him. He laughs at the feeling of my pussy clamping down on him as he continues to alternate his slaps between each ass cheek. "Do you want me to use you like my dirty slut?"

"Yes!" I cry out. This is what I need. No intimacy, just pure lust.

He pushes my head down and grabs my hips again, slamming into me harder and harder with each thrust. I push back into him, silently begging for more. With each movement, I can feel the heat building in my core, inching to the pure bliss I seek. When I feel myself getting close, he stills inside me. He grabs a handful of my hair and pulls my head back. I whimper as my back meets his chest, and I look up at him.

"You don't get to come without begging for it. That's your punishment for not looking at me. Beg me to make you come like the desperate slut you are."

Chills spread through my entire body. "Please."

He pushes me back down forcefully. My bound hands land in front of me, sliding into the crack of the couch cushions. He holds my head down with one hand and grabs my hip, thrusting into me again with his relentless pace.

"Beg, baby. Make me believe you."

"Please, let me come, Grey. I need it." I almost forgot what it was like to be with him. Our bodies just know each other so well. His cock rubs against the perfect spot inside of me, making my heart pound in my chest.

"Not good enough. I can feel the way your greedy pussy is gripping my cock."

A smack lands on my backside again, and I cry out in pleasure. "Please, please, please." I try, but he pulls out of me. Instantly, my body cools down again, and anger floods through me. I need him to make me come.

"You can do better than that." He plunges back into me.

His fingers grip my hips with so much force that I know there will be bruises there in the morning. I don't care. All I want at this moment is whatever he is willing to give me. I'm too far lost in sexual bliss to think logically anymore. He smacks me again.

"Greyson, I need your cock. Please let me come. Please don't stop." Tears threaten to fall from my eyes again. He has me so worked up. One of his fingers reaches around to find my clit, and he begins rubbing small circles.

"Pretty little slut taking my dick like a good girl." His words make me want to explode. I clamp down tightly on him, squeezing the life out of his cock. With any luck, he will cave and give in to what I need. He continues to move in and out of me as another whimper leaves my throat.

He pinches my clit between his fingers, finally vocalizing the words I’ve been waiting for. "Come for me, baby. Show me how much I own this pussy."

Relief floods me, and I lose myself in the pleasure of doing exactly as he says. I come so hard. I cry out as the orgasm racks through my entire body. It consumes me in a way that I've never experienced before. After a few moments, I hear him groan and thrust into me one last time before stopping.

I slump hard into the sofa, letting the after-sex haze take over my thoughts as he pulls out of me. He steps away, disappearing into the bathroom. I hear him fiddle around a bit, but I don't have the energy to move. My entire body feels nothing but complete bliss, every cell relaxed. It takes me a moment to realize I’m crying. I don’t know why, but I can’t stop it.

A few minutes later, he reappears and leans down to lift me up. My hands are still bound, but I let my head fall onto his chest. He carries me to the bathroom and places me in the tub. Did he draw me a bath?

The water feels warm, and I melt into it. He pulls the sweatshirt that's stuck on my arms down enough to unclasp the belt and pulls both the shirt and belt off of me. One at a time, he grabs my hands and rubs my wrists, ensuring they're okay before sliding into the tub behind me. He positions me in front of him, letting my back rest on his chest. We sit like that until the water starts to get cold. He hasn't tried to talk to me, but him being here to make sure I'm okay after sex is more intimate than I'd like.

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