Page 57 of Consume Me

“And yet, don’t we fit right now?”

“I didn’t even use a condom. But I’ve always used one.” My rationality stands no chance when I’m ruled by primal instincts, like needing to feel her bare. No barriers. Nothing but skin on skin and her welcoming me inside her hot core.

“I trust you, and I am on the pill.”

I don’t think it would make a difference.I am so utterly and irrevocably screwed.

I don’t say any of that. Instead, I start to move, gently at first, letting her adjust to my size, but she squirms, demanding more––my greedy girl with the face of an angel and the body of a temptress. She wore me down, and I can’t find it in me to regret what’s transpiring between us.

We move in a perfectly synchronized rhythm. I’ve never had this: gazing at each other, holding eye contact because I need to see her every reaction while our bodies are connected. I am inside her, my body covering hers, yet with her, not even that is enough. I want to dig myself deeper, get under her skin, and flow down her veins until I consume her like she does me. It’s more than physical pleasure. Something shifts inside of me, altering my fabric, warming my chest. Strangely, I am at ease. Such an incredible, almost surreal experience.

“You broke me.”

“It’s only fair,” she says, and there’s no more talking. Our bodies take the lead. But it’s been so fucking long since I had sex. She feels so damn good, I barely hold on.

Eyes locked, I move in and out of her, caressing her everywhere, kissing every soft spot my lips can find. I’m making love to her, something I never even thought I had in me, but this precious girl deserves only the best. Not even laying the world at her feet with a pretty bow would be enough.

“You feel so good, Mia… so fucking good I never want to come out of you.”

“Then don’t.”

It’s overwhelming—too much pleasure, too much rawness.

“Come for me, Silver. Come with me, baby. I need to fill this pretty, tight pussy full of my cum.”

A shudder rocks her, and I keep thrusting into her until she arches her hips, biting into my chest. As she comes, I bury my head in her neck and erupt. She shakes in my arms, and I hold on to her, both of us sweaty and breathing heavily.

I stay inside of her until my cock deflates, and I have to pull out. So much cum mixed with her juices leaks out of her rosy, swollen pussy—I could beat my chest in pride. That’s my cum, and I want my mark on her. Pushing two fingers inside of her, I fuck it back inside, then place a soft kiss on her pussy.

“I can’t even move.”

“Stay right here,” I say and go to the bathroom. I wet a cloth and quickly return.

She’s in the same position, on her back, with her legs partly spread.

I get between her legs, cleaning her. I’ve never tended to someone before. It was always just sex, and then everyone went their separate ways. But with her, I am ruled by instincts that I had no idea I had. Strong emotions punch at my chest, seeing her in my bed, freshly fucked by me.

By the time I return from the bathroom again, she is fast asleep. I don’t want to disturb her, so I put on some sweatpants and go to the basement.

Letting my demons have a go at me, I punch the bag until my arms tremble and my knuckles are battered, yet I push myself some more. I strike again and again until I can barely stand on my feet.

I can’t go back and undo anything. And the sick part of me enjoys knowing I was her first. The even sicker part wants me to be her last—the only one who will ever have her. Only I will touch, kiss, and fuck her.

My heart swells at the thought. My dick stirs at the image. It’s my fucked up brain that reminds me she won’t want me once she knows the truth.

Returning to my room, I lean back against the door, contemplating pure perfection in female form. She whispers my name in her sleep, breaking my control again, so I climb into bed with her. As if she feels me, she cuddles herself to my side.

I kiss the top of her head, holding her close. “Forgive me, you don’t know better. But I do.”

She’ll end up hating me, and I will take it. When she looks back, she will regret that I was her first. Rage like nothing else spreads through my body, and poisonous tendrils wrap around my synapses.

If I were normal, I could enjoy having her in my life.

If I were normal, I would give her all of me.

If I were normal, I could sleep next to my woman.

But I am not, and I never will.

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