Page 34 of Sorrow

“I’ve never been very good at that,” I whisper. “You know it’s true.”

“I know.” For once he doesn’t look like he’s disappointed in me for something, helooks understanding. “Maybe we should cover this up, hmm?”

Leaning in, he swipes his tongue into my mouth like he couldn’t stop himself from getting a taste, and it’s enough.

It shuts me up for now.

A low growl vibrates through me a split second before he tugs himself away as if he didn’t mean to do that.

Without any other words, he slowly slides my shirt off my body.

So I guess he meansreallyquiet.

I let him undress me until his fingertips find my panties, and all at once it hits me that this is really about to happen.

He’s going to fuck me, right here, in this house.

And I have to keep my fucking mouth shut the entire time.

It isn’t until I’m completely naked that he moves deeper into the bedroom, lifting me off the floor as he goes. “Lay back and keep your legs wide,” he says low and deep, then tosses me onto his bed.

Clinical, then. Of course.

“Wait,” I say quickly, settling into position. “Just... one second.”

I try not to look at him as I exhale slowly. After all this time, I’m finally getting what Iwant, but at what cost? Am I going to wake up one day and regret that I gave it to him, that my first time is basically going to be an anatomy lesson from someone I hate?

It sucks. I have to give myself a moment to admit that it sucks and I wish things were happening differently. But this is what I chose. This is what I asked for. This is what my future will be — meaningless sex with an asshole.

I might as well get used to it and never know any alternative.

“Okay. Go ahead.”

He watches me curiously a second longer, then tentatively reaches out to swipe his finger up my pussy. “Your face says one thing —” he lifts his fingers to show me how wet they are “— and your pussy says another. You’re in your head again, girl. Just breathe.”

Leaning down, he flicks his tongue on my clit before I can respond, but I catch my bearings quickly.

“I was getting myself out of my head. I’m good.”

“Mmhm.” Two fingers slip inside teasingly as he sucks on my pussy hungrily, reminding me this doesn’t have to be all bad.

He may lack empathy, kindness, or any kind of positive emotion... but the guy knows his way around a cunt.

Biting my lip, I focus on the way he looks down there. Handsome and cruel, hungry and exacting. The way his fingers stretch me makes it hard not to moan.

Every loud gasp he forces out of me only makes him slow, and when I lose the battle and whimper, it makes him stop completely.

He’s rock hard when he stands straighter and licks his lips, his sweats tenting. “Higher.” He pushes my legs up to expose me even more, then steps back to admire me fully. “Fuck.”

Adjusting himself, Hayes moves over to his nightstand to grab a bottle of something I can’t see, but maybe it’s lube? I can’t imagine his piercing fits very well without it.

“What changed your mind?” I ask.

Tilting his head, Hayes pops the bottle open to squirt some onto his fingers. Definitely lube. “About?”

When he reaches down and touches a very different hole, I forget what I was talking about.

What the hell?

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