Page 235 of Overcast

“It’s called you not having any control over my decisions.”

“That’ll never be one I’ll ever give you. Sacrificing yourself for me is never an option.”

“But you can for me?” Her breathing is ragged and hot, mixed with the moans she’s trying to suppress because she wants to get her opinion out.

It’s fine, still not going to be something I’ll give her. Everything else she can have, but death isn’t one of them. And I’m selfishly going to request that I die first because burying and mourning her isn’t something I’m built to do.

“Yes,” I finally say. “I’d lay down my life for you right now if—” Her hand seizes my throat, fingers inserting pressure on my neck, and this is new.

Her eyes gloss over in irritation as she leans over me again. “You will not make a decision like that without me. And furthermore, you will not punish me for doing so. You can be angry at me—fine—but not making me finish, Marty? Mhmm...you’ve been throwing a silent temper tantrum about not doing anything because of your injury. I can just take myself right off the table altogether.”

“Not happening,” I retort.

She perks a brow, slowing her movements until she’s not moving at all. “Feel this? I’ll throw your ass on a timeout.”

“With your pussy off the table, huh?”

“Yep.”

“Sounds awful,” I drone.

“Then I guess you better fix it.” Removing her hand, she straightens her spine. “And make me come—hard.”

I move upward, letting my cock sink to the max before she begins to follow me, her expression softening in response.

“You wanna come in my mouth?” She shakes her head. “You’re going to make me finish again.”

“I’m kind,” she replies before a long growl fills in between us. “But you better chase it because once I’m done—” My hips hurl upward, ceasing her next words.

“Are we fighting?” I ask because I seriously don’t know. I’m going to have to read up on kissing ass because I’ve never had to before.

“Depends how many stars I see,” she replies.

“I want you to see me.”

“You’re a selfish prick.”

My lips quirk. “Only with you, and I’m not sorry.”

“Mhm...”

“Kiss me, sweetheart.” Her eyes trail down to mine.

“No.”

“Gonna make me work for it? I’m injured.”

She rolls her blues. “You said you were fine.”

“Misspoke.”

“My butt.”

“About that...” One of my hands find her ass. “I was hoping one day you’d let me fuck you there.”

Her eyes widen. “What?”

Leaning forward so that I don’t have to depend on my elbows anymore, we’re chest to chest with her peering down at me. “I want to fuck your ass.”

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