Page 127 of Reluctantly You

“You will once you realize how sore you are. You’ll fucking thank me.”

I roll my eyes and he leans down and kisses me, long and drawn out until my dick is hard once more.

He notices too and bribes me into the bath by the promise of another orgasm.

“Fine,” I say as he helps me stand. My legs wobble and an ache settles between my ass cheeks as he guides me to the bathroom. Oh fuck, Iamsore. I’m going to feel this for days to come.

For some reason, I like that more than I thought possible.

I can’t stop thinking about it, his cock inside me, stretching me, making me beg for more.

I want it again but I don’t know how to ask for it.

How the fuck do I ask for something I desperately need and not just take it?

I shift in the jacuzzi at Gideon’s, the jets not on, just a cool blanket of water around us. It’s now Sunday and we haven’t fucked again, not since Friday night.

Shit. I want to fuck again.

God, how did I become this person, this needy cockslut who just wants to be owned?

I don’t know how it happened, but I crave it.

I cravehim.

“What are you thinking about so hard?” Gideon asks, and I shrug, not knowing what to say.

I don’t fucking know. Don’t ask me to explain.

“You’ve been quiet ever since the other night. Did I hurt you?” His voice is concerned, wary, and I hate it.

“No,” I reply and shift slightly, the sting and soreness completely gone.

I want it back. I want to feel it again.

“Want to go inside? It is growing cooler out.”

I shake my head, not sure I want to go back inside where we’ll just stare at one another. I don’t even know how to bring it up. I asked last time, begged for it, and he turned me down.

I don’t want to do that again.

No, I want him to take it from me. I want him tomakeme.

“Are you hungry?”

I shake my head and then frantically search my mind for something, anything else to talk about. Anything to distract him from what I really want.

“Uh, I’m thinking about taking an art class.”

His eyebrows rise and his lips curl at the corners. I want to suck on those, want to bite down and taste him.

“Good. You have natural talent. You should really hone in on that.”

“Yeah. I will. I guess.”

“Would have been nice to have this fostered growing up, huh?” he asks, his words measured, his eyes watching me closely.

“Yeah, but seems we have shit luck. Is there anything you’d like to have done growing up, but never got the chance?”

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