Page 48 of Cruel Fate

“Touch yourself for me,” he says, rolling my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. Squeezing and pulling, the slight pain makes my breasts heavy and sensitive.

“Are you sure?” I’ve never played with myself in front of a man before.

“Fuck, yeah,” he breathes. “That’s hot.”

I reach between our bodies, and I love how I can feel him inside me, where we’re joined.

Wetting my fingers, I find my clit, huge and waiting. I moan and rock on Zane’s cock, the tip hitting my center. We’re as close as two people can be.

“Open your eyes, Stella,” Zane orders me, giving my nipples an extra squeeze.

My muscles clench around him, and my eyes fly open.

“I want to watch you come. I want to see it in your eyes how much you want me.”

“I do.”

“Prove it.”

My fingers swirl around the ball of nerves, engorged because his cock is inside me. My pussy feels different. Full. Swollen. I grind onto him and rub my clit, slowly at first, then faster and faster. Zane twists and pulls my nipples until it hurts so much I want to cry.

I come instead, the burst of pleasure exploding out of my mouth in a shuddering sob. I crumple on top of him to catch my breath.

But Zane doesn’t give me any time to recover. He flips me onto my back and pushes my legs apart, forcing my knees near my shoulders. I thought the way I was on top he couldn’t get any deeper, but my legs are spread as far as they can be, and I’m fully open and exposed.

He holds himself over my body and slides in so deep. “Stella,” he groans, hammering into me.

I cry out every time he hits my center, even more tender after my orgasm, and he comes, every muscle in his body straining. Sighing, he lowers himself onto me, resting his forehead against my damp shoulder. He drifts down from his high, and his cock is still inside me, twitching. I want to go on the pill so when we make love, nothing will be between us. I want to feel him. I want to know he’s leaving a part of himself inside me.

Zane kisses me, long and slow now that the anticipation is over, and I cuddle into him, sweat slicking his skin.

He scoots down and licks at my nipple. The sensation hurts, and gasping, I jerk away.

“I was too rough,” he says, and he cradles me, brushing his thumb over my cheek.

“No,” I say, but he hears the truth.

“I’m sorry, baby.” He licks at my nipple again, and he holds me in place, preventing me from wiggling away. He blows cool air onto my skin, and I relax. Gently, he tends to both of my nipples, soothing them, and I feel him growing hard inside me again.

I’m sensitive down there, too, but I don’t want to say anything.

Zane cups my breasts, and something stirs in my belly. I want him, too, but I don’t want it to hurt. Vulnerable and inexperienced, I turn away, trying not to cry.

“I hurt you.” Zane pulls out, and I whimper, the friction burning my delicate skin. “Shh, shh, it’s okay. We don’t have to do it again until you’re ready.”

“Zane...” I want to apologize, say I’m sorry.Do somethingbecause I know he’s had women who could probably go all night, or do things I can’t do, or maybe don’t want to do.

He rolls off the bed.

He’s leaving.

Tears run down my temples, and I press my comforter to my mouth to stifle my cries. I messed up.

The bed dips under his weight, and I meet his gaze, surprised. “I thought—”

“I had to clean up. Can I stay, Stella?” he asks, and he looks as vulnerable as I feel.

“I was hoping you would.”

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