Page 45 of Sorrow

He brushes my clit again before I can form words, but he’s right. I won’t be thinking about Nate in the moment. I’ll be thinking about whatever the hell I need to think about in order to make it good — so if that means Hayes, so be it.

“You think you’ll focus on the next girl you’re with? Or will you bend her over, close your eyes and pretend it’s me?”

“Business as usual then.” An irritated growl leaves his throat just as teeth sink into my skin. Again.

Something tells me he didn’t mean to say that.

My fist tangles in his hair to hold him right where he’s at. “You haven’t fucked anyone since we started this, Hayes. You wanted me before that.” The realization makes me lightheaded, sends butterflies through my system even as he fingers me like he’s punishing me.

I feel him suck to mark me further, his hand working me perfectly as we make a mess of his comforter, and when he curls his fingers upward I can’t hold back. My pussy clenches and my whole body shudders with that orgasm, but I want more. I want him. I want him to take me, fuck me into the mattress and make me forget all my plans and schemes. I need him to sink inside of me and show me how it feels, to fill the void that’s been there for years.

But I won’t beg. Not again.

“Good girl.” Scrambling over me, Hayes pulls his cock out and settles between mylegs, making more butterflies erupt inside of me as he fists himself and begins to stroke.

Is it finally happening? Is he about to fuck me like I’ve been craving and truly take my virginity? I float there for a while waiting for it, high on the anticipation of our bodies joining, but it quickly begins to fade. His eyes are glued on my bloody pussy, an animalistic energy radiating off of him as he uses my blood as lube to feverishly pump his cock.

It’s still not going to happen. Disappointment nearly drowns me as I realize how bad I actually want it — not just in general, but with him. I want to hear him whimper, hear him praise me. I want it to be him.

“Does that feel good, baby?” I whisper. “Nice and hot?”

He nods, looking almost boyish as he leaks into his fist. “So good, Samara.”

His breathing hitches when he twists the crown, telling me he’s close. He just needs a little nudge.

“Come on my pussy, Hayes. Make a mess of me.”

“Goddamnit... fuc— Hurricane!”

Hayes releases with a growl, cum shooting out to cover my stomach and pussy. It’swarm and wet and not anywhere near where I really want it, but when it finally stops, Hayes reaches out to smear it in.

Now pink tinged and even more sticky, Hayes has the nerve to push some of it inside of me.

And I have the nerve to fucking love it.

Gasping, I meet his eyes as a thousand things run through my head. They range from bad to worse, but the most hellish thought I have is that I don’t think I hate him anymore. I’ve been trying so hard to hold onto it that it slipped through my fingers, and now all I’m left with is a gorgeous man who does nothing but make me feel good.

What’s happening to me?

“Feel better?” I ask, tone teasing. “Or was that not enough blood for you?”

“Both,” he admits, his cock heavy between his thighs as he finally meets my gaze. “Did it hurt?”

I agreed not to lie to him, so... “A little. I liked it, though. I feel like a little bit of pain heightens the pleasure.”

“I think so too.” After releasing a deep breath, Hayes climbs off the bed in search of a towel. “So are you sure you’re ready to be fucked? My cock is bigger than myfingers, and I’ll fuck you much harder than that.”

I am having second thoughts for the first time, but not because I think I can’t take it. Because I want it too much and desire is dangerous. “I’ve been ready, Hayes. And it sounds like you’ve been ready, too.”

My words make him frown a little, but he nods and begins cleaning me off. “You want to use my tub?”

“Sure. Will you join me?”

Glancing over at it, he huffs a little. “You actually want me to? It’s big enough, but I thought you’d tell me to get lost.”

Shrugging, I swing my legs over the side of the mattress. “Maybe I’m changing my mind.”

“Maybe, huh?” Hayes moves into the bathroom and turns on the water, then tosses in a bath bomb like that isn’t the girliest thing I’ve ever seen him do. “I got those for you.”

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