Page 29 of Sorrow

“Hayes fucking Sarro,” I gasp, stomach tensing as I lean up to get a better look. “Fuck, that feels so good.”

A finger toys at my entrance teasingly as he sucks my clit into his mouth, a groan leaving him like he enjoys the way I taste.

I wonder if this is as weird for him as it is for me.

My brain seems to glitch every time his eyes flick up to mine, reminding me exactly who it is that has his tongue on my cunt. It’s fucking surreal. “You agreed to this way easier than I thought you would,” I whisper through heavy breaths. “Did you want me, Hayes? Did you fall asleep wondering what I’d taste like?”

The noise he releases sounds almost angry at how spot on I am, but I don’t believe he’ll admit it. His mouth is too busy anyway.

When he moves both of his hands to grip my ass, he squeezes almost too roughly, sending two radiating streaks of pain up my back that only seem to make me wetter. It pushes me over the line from okay to desperate. “Oh god,” I mumble, letting my head fall back again as I roll my hips to ride his face, and it’s enough.

I think I stop breathing as this orgasm traps me, his growls turning pleased with the mess he’s making of me. Once he’s done licking me through it he sits up and slaps down on my clit hard enough to make me gasp. “Why the fuck do you taste so good? Don’t fucking move.”

His fist finds his cock and he begins stroking himself feverishly. The sight makes my toes curl.

“What’s the matter, Hayes?” I ask, leaning up to spit on his cock then laying back down. “Mad none of your whores taste this good?”

Watching him smear my spit around the head of his cock has my hips lifting in desperation even though I know he isn’t going to fuck me. “I wouldn’t know,” herushes out. “I don’t eat whores’ pussies, Hurricane. Gonna paint your beautiful skin with my cum and mark what’s mine. Say my name.”

No. He’s not giving me what I want, so for once, I’m not giving him what he wants. “Bastard.”

His eyes snap to mine. “How many nights did you lie awake wishing you could kill me? How many times did you use my name as a curse, or utter it through gritted teeth? And now you can’t come without me, can you? You’re so twisted up for the man you claim to hate that you’d choke to death on my cock if I’d let you. Say. My. Name.”

He really is a fucking bastard. The humor drains from my face, and while I want to tell him he’s wrong and I’m not twisted up about him at all, I remember what he said. If I don’t play along, he’ll quit — and he hasn’t taught me the one fucking thing I actually need to know yet. “Hayes,” I say firmly. “You’re Hayes fucking Sarro.”

“Good... good girl. Fuck, I’m gonna come.”

His left hand reaches out to squeeze my breast as he releases, ropes of hot, wet cum painting my stomach and pussy, marking me his.

Clearly, I’ve been playing along a little too well. I should remind him who he’s dealing with.

“Are you this possessive of your whores?” I ask. “Or is it just me?”

Chuckling, he reaches out to swipe some up off my belly button and holds it up to my mouth. “So concerned with what other girls I’m fucking, huh? What if I told you I didn’t have whores?”

“I’d call you a liar, because that’s what you’d be.”

“Mmmhm. Suck.”

He pushes his fingers between my lips, making my eyebrows pinch together. The dick really isn’t giving me much to work with here.

Still, I clean his fingers off and do it again when he feeds me more. “So what did this teach me? Patience?”

“You’d think, but I can see we still have work to do there.” This time when he reaches down to play with his cum, he doesn’t bring his hand up to my mouth. Instead, he rolls his wet fingers along my swollen clit. “You’d be learning a lot more if you got out of your own head. Patience... skills... what makes a man tick. You’re doing well with dirty talk and allowing yourself thefreedom to come, but you’re so fucking hung up on when I’m going to actually fuck you you’re not letting yourself enjoy the ride. It’s not all about the destination, Samara.”

Yeah, I still hate him.

My cheeks burn as I fight the urge to push his hand away. It’s easy for him to say when he gets laid whenever the fuck he wants — hell, I don’t know where he goes when he’s not here — but for me? It’s been a constant thing in the back of my mind. I’ve watched all my former classmates and friends brag about their conquests and judge me for never getting any, I’ve had my truck tagged, threats made against me. So yeah, on top of just being horny, I want to get it over with. I don’t want to be a fucking virgin anymore.

But if this is how he’s going to look at it, then fine. I don’t want to wake up in ten years and have to remember that I gave all my firsts to someone as vile as Hayes, so maybe I can learn just enough that I’ll be able to wing it with Nate as long as I don’t bleed.

“Trust me, it won’t happen again,” I say quietly.

“And now you’re shutting down,” he says with a sigh. “What’d I say about getting out of your head, girl?”

Apparently I’m not allowed to have any feelings at all.

That’s easy enough.

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