Page 95 of Done with You

She was only halfway down when she broke, tossed her head back and came again.

But the rippling of her pussy and the way she pressed her tits into his face was enough to give him a hard shove over the edge. Her long hair tickled the tops of his thighs. He stilled beneath her, stilled his finger inside her and blew his load.

Fuck, how he wished they could go condom-free and he could fill her up properly. Paint her fucking insides white with his cum. Claim her. Leave a part of himself behind.

The idea of knowing she would be walking around tomorrow with his cum inside of her was such a big fucking turn on.

But she was smarter than he was.

A condom was the right and responsible thing to do.

Even if it wasn’t the most enjoyable.

Not that had he could really complain, though. Even with a rubber on, she still felt incredible. Still milked him dry with each squeeze, with each quiver of her walls.

Her orgasm wasn’t as long this time, and before he was even done, she relaxed on top of him and sat up straight, watching him unravel.

His eyes were closed, but he could feel her gaze on him. Heated and curious, sated and aroused.

His balls twitched beneath them, and his cock gave a final jolt before he exhaled, and slumped heavily against the headboard.

She barely gave him a moment of calm before she climbed off him, wrapped a housecoat around her body from the back of the door and slipped out.

The toilet flushed, the sink ran and she returned a moment later, her gaze on him curious.

“So … are we good?” he asked, leaning over to find his boxers.

She removed her housecoat and hung it back up, then went on the hunt for her pajamas.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, like, I apologized and then we just fucked, so …”

“I said this doesn’t change anything, Aiden. This was purely … chemical. Yes, you apologized, but you need to do the work. As far as I’m concerned, they were just words with nothing to back them up.”

A heat of embarrassment and frustration filled his chest, then began to worm its way up his neck and face. A sick feeling formed in his belly and he snapped the waistband of his boxers over his hips then stood up straight. “You just used me?”

She rolled her eyes and flicked on the bedside lamp. “I was upfront about what this was.”

“You really think you’re better than me, don’t you?”

Oh my God! Stop fucking talking. Just stop.

Her lips twisted, but then she smiled. “I’m not doing this again.”

“Not doing what?”

“I know what you’re doing. You’re trying to incite me. You’re pushing my buttons because you want to fight. You want me to call you an asshole, a jerk, a fucked-up piece of shit. Because then your own feelings about yourself are validated.”

“Fuck off.”

His brain was telling him to shut up. That he was undoing everything he’d accomplished, but apparently, his mouth had gone rogue. He was going to ruin all his progress. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

She lifted a shoulder and shook her head. “I’m not going to be the whip you use to beat yourself with anymore. I’m not going to bite the bait you’re dangling. I have too much other shit on my plate to deal with. I am not going to continue to butt heads with you just so you can dig yourself deeper into this trench of loneliness, anger, and despair.” She glanced at the rumpled bed sheets. “This was a bad idea.”

“Already regret it, huh?”

The door to the rational part of his brain slammed shut.

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