Page 18 of Sorrow

His fingers on my pussy, his lips on my neck.

His hard cock throbbing under my ass as I squirm.

He might be making a mess of me, but I’m unraveling him, too.

“How often do you touch yourself, Samara?”

Even in this state I can hear he’s almost as breathless as I am. I don’t want to lie, but the answer probably isn’t what he’s looking for. “Umm... I don’t know. Once every couple of weeks? Our walls were thin.”

“Fuck. And when was the last time?”

He bites my neck hard enough to make me gasp — if that leaves a mark, I don’t know how I’m going to explain it. “Over a week ago. What about you?”

“So... pent up for me.” He presses my clit even harder before sitting back against his chair as he slowly slides my shirt off my body. He stares at my exposed skin like he’s fighting the urge to devour me, then mutters, “Earlier today,” before sucking my nipple into his mouth.

It’s just like him to get off on other people’s misery. Today, of all days? What could possibly have t—

Oh, god. The way pleasure ripples through me completely derails my thoughts. My fingers tangle in his hair as I hold his head in place, gasping a plea for him to keep going. I’ve never felt anything like it.

He continues sucking like he’s on a mission, his fingers returning to my clit, and when I feel his cock twitch underneath me I realize we’re not stopping.

This is really happening.

WithHayes.

I may not have been watching the “good girl” kind of porn, but I definitely watched my fair share of dirty talk.

“You want my pussy, Sarro?” I ask, tugging his hair. “Do you want me to squirm on your cock, or choke on it?”

“Jesus, Sam! Who the fuck taught you to speak like that?” His hands fly to my hips as he rolls himself into me like he’s trying to fuck me through our clothes. “Like this... just like this.”

He guides me how he wants me to move on his cock while the fabric between usmakes me grit my teeth. I’ve waited so long for this, to lose my virginity, to know what it’s like to be wanted, that I feel like I’m getting robbed.

I want more.

With no finesse at all, I kiss him again, catching his bottom lip between my teeth as I moan. “What does cum feel like?” I whisper as I grind a little faster, a little harder. “Would it be hot on my skin?”

Hayes almost whimpers as his movements get rougher. “Yeah. Want to know what it tastes like too, girl?”

“Yes,” I gasp out. “Teach me.”

When I meet his eyes, I swear I see past all the bullshit we’ve gone through to something more vulnerable. I don’t know if it’s real, but it’s there, and the hunger simmering just below the surface has me on the edge.

Nerves and all, I’m about to have my first orgasm that isn’t self-inflicted.

But then a fucking car door slams outside. Hayes tosses me aside with wide eyes like I weigh nothing and rushes into his bedroom. “Fuck!”

His door slams too, leaving me breathless, soaking wet, and so overheated I look like amess by the time I get my shirt back on and Boo walks in from the foyer.

“What the fuck happened to you?”

“Um—” my brain scrambles for an answer — “P-Panic attack. I’m fine.”

His face softens. “Shit, I thought you were done with those. It’s been over a year, right?”

It’s been over a year since I’ve bothered him with one, but yeah. When you’ve lived the life I have, they’re sort of omnipresent. “I’m okay. I think I just need to lay down.”

His gaze seems far away as he nods. “I just stopped to tell you we’re allowed to go back in the house now. It doesn’t seem like there’s much left, but they’ve concluded their investigation and turned the property back over to me. We can try to see if there’s anything worth salvaging.”

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