Page 36 of Tainted Essence

Destiny

The second he pushes the head of his cock in my ass I cry out and try to leap forward. He keeps me in place by the grip he has on my hips. It fucking burns like a bitch! I try to breathe through the pain and relax like he said to but it’s hard when you have a monster-sized cock in your ass.

“Relax, baby,” he coos as he reaches around me to circle my clit, drawing a moan from me. He uses that moment of distraction to press in further. I cry out, but this time it hurts less, thanks to him playing with my greedy little pussy. I can feel my own wetness coating the insides of my thighs. This man has turned me into a wanton whore for his cock. We fight daily and can’t stand each other but the moment we get home, we are all over each other and fucking the frustrations out of the other. It’s toxic but it’s perfect.

“Keep going.” He draws back and eases back in, slowly fucking me and inching further every thrust. After a minute, the pain starts turning into this sensation of need I have never felt before.

“Fuck, baby, this is the perfect fucking torture.”

“I want it all, Taylan, fuck me hard. I need it.” His responding growl sends a shiver down my spine. He draws back, leaving only the tip inside me before slamming forward, burying his cock balls deep inside me. I scream so loud I swear the windows rattled. “Fuck!”

“I got you, baby,” he reassures me as his strokes on my clit grow faster, taking my attention off the pain I’m in. He gives me time to adjust to his intrusion before slowly easing out and back in, letting me adjust again. “Fuck, your ass is so tight, Slayer.”

“Taylan, I feel…” I don’t know how to explain this feeling, I have never felt this before. I feel so full. A slow burning sensation is forming inside my belly, my moans grow louder as my pussy starts clamping down on air. My orgasm is right there, but this one feels different. It feels like it has the power to rip me apart.

“Let it happen, baby, it's going to be intense,” he vows.

“I need more,” I cry.

“Play with your clit.” I do as he says, pinching my clit between my fingers. He grips my waist in a punishing hold, losing control and fuck me, it’s perfect. His thrusts are so hard the sofa screeches along the floorboards.

“Fuck, yes, like that, Tay. You’re gonna make me come so fucking hard,” I scream.

“Give me that climax, I want it. I’m gonna come so deep in this ass. You want to taste it, baby?”

His words are my undoing, I come harder than I ever have before. My throat is hoarse from screaming, shudders continuing to rock me as he chases his own release. When he comes, it’s my name he calls out. It’s the first time he has ever said my name while he comes, hearing that shit for the first time has me warming.

He has barely finished coming inside me before he’s ripping his cock out, parting my cheeks and suctioning his lips to my hole. The feeling of his warm tongue prodding that hole has me crying out, it feels so strange feeling the cum being sucked out of me. When he pulls back, I don’t wait for his instruction, I spin around and drop to my knees in front of him and wrap my arms around his neck before smashing my lips to his and opening for him like always. The taste of his cum fills my mouth. I moan into the kiss as I swallow every last drop of him.

Realization crashes into me like a ton of bricks and it robs me of breath.

I’m addicted to him.

I break the kiss and stare into his eyes. He smiles cockily but it slowly fades when he registers the look in my eyes. Horror fills his gaze as he cups my cheek tentatively.

“Don’t say it. I’m not worthy of you. I’m a good time type of guy, not a long time. I’m tainted and broken, baby. Your ever after is out there but he isn’t me.”

Find em, feel em, fuck em, forget em.

That was his motto from the start, he warned me and then I had to go and be stupid and catch some type of feelings for him when I knew I shouldn’t have. I’ve always said you can fuck without feelings being involved but the truth is, there is only so many times you can sleep with someone without feeling something.

“I know. I need a shower, thanks for whatever that was.” He drops his gaze in shame as I stand and rush to my bedroom, slamming the door behind me. I refuse to allow the tears burning the backs of my eyes to fall as I make my way into the bathroom and climb inside the shower stall. I let the water cascade over me and hope that it can wash away the shame of being rejected.

I cover my face with my hands and growl in frustration. How the fuck did all of this happen over a stupid plate of pasta?

The feeling of shame mixed with my hurt is crippling. If I allow it to consume me it will pull me under, so I fight it. I choose to lock away those feelings and play along. As soon as we find Koda, Taylan will be free and able to leave and return to Canada. I’ll never have to see him again and I’ll be able to move on with my life. I’ll fight Tiana, claim the title and then… What happens next?

I step out of the shower and dry myself as I ponder my future. I have been so fixated on this fight that I haven’t even given myself time to think about what comes next. Do I want to keep fighting? Do I want to go to law school?

What the fuck do I want to do with my life?

I growl and toss my towel in the hamper, annoyed at myself for allowing Taylan to get in my head, him suggesting that I am only fighting because Koda told me I couldn’t do it plays on my mind every time I step in the ring. I want to say he is full of shit and that isn’t the reason I fight, but ever since Koda told me I was weak and couldn’t do it, I have trained harder, pushed myself to be the best. Even going as far as taking a title fight against the best who I know is fucking amazing at what she does. Tiana may be a dirty fighter but no one makes it to the top without dirtying themselves a little.

I step out of the bathroom and come to a halt at the sight of Taylan sitting on the edge of my bed, the very bed we both sleep in each night. He doesn’t want to admit he feels anything for me but for the past month we have been living, working and sleeping together like a couple!

“Slayer–”

“Stop.” His brows form a deep groove in the center of his forehead. “I don’t need you to say anything. I crossed a line. You made your boundaries clear from the beginning, I respect that. Let’s move on and act like that moment of error on my part never happened, ‘kay?” I don’t wait for a response as I cross the room to my wardrobe and pull on an oversized T-shirt and some sweatpants. I don’t bother brushing my hair, instead tying it up in a messy bun and walk out without looking back at him.

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