Page 73 of Feint

He looked at me and took his chance and dipped his head down, kissing me again, this time a little harder. Turns out, that kiss sparked him to start clumsily pushing his way back into my house, and he slowly tore our clothes off piece by piece as we made our way to the couch. I knew his leg was hurting, but it looked worse than he made it out to be when he slipped off his pants, and I saw the large wraps over his injury.

“Shouldn’t you sit on the couch with your leg like that? Won’t standing hurt your leg?” I asked out of breath from his assault of kisses on our way here.

He smirked as he snapped off my bra and tossed it onto the coffee table. “Shit, why? You gonna ride me tonight? I’m game for that, mama.” He removed his underwear and sat down on the couch. His cock was already hard, and he stroked it as he watched me. “Don’t just stand there. Get the fuck on my cock.”

I quickly slid my panties off, but his words made me hesitate because of his sudden harshness.

He raised his eyebrows and patted his leg. “Come here, Rosalie.”

I stepped over and gently straddled him. “You’ll tell me if it starts to hurt, right?”

Feeling him stroke himself against my clit had me trembling under his touch. I was turned on a bit from making out with him, but I still didn’t want to hurt him accidentally in the process of giving him what he wanted either.

“Rosalie, don’t worry about it and hop on my cock. I need to feel you around me. Right fucking now before I go insane. Forget the leg. I’m going to dominate your body until you know not to keep questioning me again.”

He pushed his tip down, and I could feel it rest against my pussy lips. I lifted up, and he shoved himself inside me, his groan rolling around the large living room as he tilted his head back against the headrest of the couch.

I tried to shake off this feeling of worry I had in the pit of my stomach as I reached out and held on to his shoulders. I started to bounce on his cock. Inch by inch, he slowly went all the way inside me until I could feel him stretching me to my core. His hands rubbed my thighs as he watched me take all of him.

“Fuck, that’s good, mama. You are so fucking sexy—you know that? I could watch you ride me all night. Don’t stop. Ride me like you can’t live without this cock.”

He gave my ass a spank, and my head jolted back as he did a small thrust up into me. His fingers slid up to the small of my back and firmly pushed down, making me lean over toward him, and he crashed his lips into mine.

I pressed into him as I moved my body on his cock, building speed as our lips connected again and again. But something was off. I wasn’t into it as much as I had been. I needed to try something different, something that always put me over the edge.

“K-Kordell…” I whimpered his name.

“Yeah, mama?” he growled, panting against my lips as he thrust his hips gently to meet me each time I came back down.

“Play with my boobs… please.” I needed the extra stimulation. I needed to feel his hands.

He reached up and gripped them one after another as he kissed me again, our tongues tangling as he pulled another moan from my body when his fingers pinched and twisted each nipple back and forth. But I wasn’t getting lost in the pleasure, and it was breaking me. I felt like I was coming undone, and he wasn't the person who was going to be putting me back together.

“Kordell, I think I’m…” I whimpered as I moved down on him a final time and just rotated my hips in small circles.

Feeling every inch of his cock rubbing against my sensitive walls would normally send me over the edge, but no matter how hard I tried, my mind never fully lost itself in the pleasure of the moment. I was in my head and not focused on him. Tears sprang to my eyes, and I let out a frustrated moan as I kept trying. No matter how badly I wanted it, I knew there was no way I was going to really come, being in this headspace tonight. I wanted the escape it would provide me.

I leaned forward and kissed him hard as I moaned as realistically as I could.

“Ohhh fuck, that’s it. Come, my littlemamacita. Fuckkk… don’t stop. Keep bouncing. I’m so close.”

Kordell reached around and grabbed my ass. He started helping me bounce on him faster.

“That’s it… fuck! Right… there!” Kordell held me a few inches above him as he drove his cock up into my pussy, coating my walls with his cum. His arms went slack, and his cock slipped out of my pussy after a few half-hearted thrusts.

I sat there for a few moments to catch my breath. I finally pressed my lips to his forehead as I lifted myself up and off him and carefully avoided hitting his injured leg. I sat beside him onthe couch, my legs draped over his. I grabbed one of the blankets on the couch and pulled it over onto us. But as we sat there together, instead of me feeling all the euphoric feelings after sex, I felt sad.

I had just faked my first orgasm.

With a guy who had risked his life for mine.

I was the shittiest girlfriend in the world. I sat next to him while he flipped through the TV channels until it was closer to dinnertime. Then, I got up and got dressed, telling him I was going to go out to get dinner. And I did. But I took the longer way to get there because I needed to pull myself together before spending the rest of the night with him.

We atedinner like nothing was wrong, and to be fair, for Kordell, there probably wasn’t. But I was at war with myself. I had thought seeing Kordell and being with him sexually would fix all the feelings from being captured and thoughts about AJ that had come creeping up into my very soul without warning again. But it hadn’t. AJ had already broken our own relationship. Was I going to let him do the same thing to Kordell and me?

I glanced over at Kordell. I didn’t want it to. I had to be strong.

“I love you, Kordell.” I meant the words as I said them.

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