Page 44 of Sorrow

“What?”

“Nothing. Lie on the bed and spread your legs for me.” He’s still just fucking leaning against the frame like he has all the time in the world. Must be nice.

I feel ridiculous as I get into position, exposed and vulnerable. “Are you planning on standing there all night?”

“No.” He lingers for a moment longer, then finally closes the door behind him. I see his erection grow with each step he takes, watching him get turned on just by staring at me.

Me. In this stupid pink lingerie.

“Well, we both know you’re not gonna fuck my pussy. So what’ll it be tonight? My ear? Nostril? Maybe an eye socket or two? You’re running out of holes.”

Hayes huffs. “Even like this, you can’t help but run your little mouth. I have plans, and yet the more you talk, the more I want to fuck the sass out of your mouth.”

“You can try,” I tease. “I breathe out of my ears, that's why I don’t listen.”

I’m pleasantly surprised when he laughs. “That makes sense.” I watch him curiously as he tosses his shirt aside and climbs on the bed, sitting down and facing me. It gives him easy access to slide his hand between mylegs, but he’s too close. Staring at me too intensely.

“I always make sense. I’m a genius.”

“I know,” he agrees, but he sounds more amused than honest. “What’s your favorite thing we’ve done?”

Rough fingers press right against my clit, grinning when he finds me wet. I don’t really know how to answer him. Everything we’ve done has been shrouded in a doom cloud, so have I truly enjoyed any of it? It felt good, sure. I’ve had a lot of orgasms. But there hasn’t been a single moment where I’ve forgotten why Hayes Sarro is touching me.

So, I’m as honest as I can be while still remembering the game we’re playing. “Anal. I like feeling full.”

“I liked that too,” he whispers, his other hand ghosting against his teeth mark. “You’re going to love being fucked in this pussy too.”

Before I can ask when the hell that will be, his fingers slip inside of me. Maybe it’ll be today after all, but I’m done begging. He made me feel pathetic enough last time.

“At least that’s something I can hold onto.”

“So wet.”

He’s talking so low it doesn’t feel like he’s talking to me, but when he pushes them in further than ever before, I start to understand what he’s talking about.

It feels good. Really good. Like the best kind of pressure. “More,” I gasp. “Fuck.”

“Say please.” He shifts to sit on his knees, then presses his lips to my shoulder as he massages the inside of my pussy.

It’s enough to make my eyelids flutter.

“Please.”

He obliges, shoving them almost all the way to his bloodied knuckles with a groan. It burns, but god, it feels good. Bracing back on my arms, I follow my instincts and roll my hips, staring down at where his fingers disappear inside me. “Is this what it’ll feel like?” I gasp. “Sex?”

“No, but I’m sure it’s close. My cock will feel like it was made for you.”

His thumb brushes my clit as he continues to finger me, but his words only remind me that he’s done this more times than I care to count. I’m sure everyone thought his cock was made for them. And they were wrong.

“Will his?”

His hand moves a little rougher, this time meeting a resistance that gives all too easilyand allows him to sink all the way inside. “Shit,” he hisses, retracting his fingers with an awed expression.

Following his gaze, I find blood covering his skin. I know enough about my own body to realize my “cherry” isn’t a physical thing that can break or pop, and he probably didn’t tear my hymen since he was already in there. But something he did made me bleed, so maybe that’s enough. Maybe now I can lie and tell Nate I’m not a virgin anymore, and I don’t have to keep putting off my timeline because Hayes is dragging his feet.

“What’s wrong, Hayes?” I goad. “Did me bringing him up make you want to hurt me?”

“Stop trying to force yourself to think of another man while my fingers are inside of you.” He shoves them back in. “You think you’re going to be able to put this outfit on and happily let that pussy touch you? You think your mind will be on him at all?”

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