Page 18 of Are You Gonna Run?

“I don’t want it to end. Shit!” His hand tightens painfully in my hair just as I feel it throb again. “Fuck, I’m gonna come. You gonna swallow for me, Rowyn?”

The wink I give him sends him over with a guttural growl. He pulls back just enough to have it ooze all over my waiting tongue, and then he thrusts it deeper with a snap of his hips and buries the rest of it deep.

I let him sit there until his cock stops throbbing and I feel him start to soften, then pull off, swallow it all, and show him my empty mouth. “I couldn’t have you thinking all I know how to do is lay there.”

Eris laughs softly, his rough hand petting my face gently. “Girl, your pussy is so good I’d 100% let you be my pillow princess. Shit, you still can be if you toss one of these in every so often.”

“Sometimes. I like to have fun too, you know.” Standing, I back him toward the bed and push him onto it, climbing up to straddle him and pin his hands above his head. “I can be a good girl for you, but I can also be a bad, bad girl.” I grind my wet pussy on his messy cock, biting my lip as I stare down at him.

“Jesus, girl. You just keep surprising me. Keep fucking around and I’m about to propose.”

He cants his hips up into me, hardening again already — but this is where I shine. I tilt my ass up just enough to slip him inside of me, keeping his hands pinned down as I ride him.

The way he stares up at me has my cheeks heating up. It’s like he’s staring at something he’s never seen before and is instantly in love with, his mouth slightly parted and eyes staring with reverence. “I hear you, baby. You’re not a pillow princess, but I’m still gonna spoil you like you are whenever you’re not riding me like this.”

Oh, I can be, I just want him to know it’s by choice and not because I don’t know how to do anything else. It’s a pride thing.

Grinning, I clench around him and sit back, letting him go in favor of playing with my piercings as I let my thighs do the heavy lifting. Watching him watch me spurs me on, makes me move faster, harder.

He never takes his eyes off of me. Whether it’s my eyes, my nipples, my pussy as I take his cock, they never leave mybody as I ride him better than any other two night stand could.

“What are you doing to me, beautiful?”

Making the most of the time we’ve got.

Leaning down, I kiss him hard as I bottom out and grind, rubbing my clit on his hips until I’m a moaning, shaking mess, barely hanging on.

“Rowyn,” he moans. “Oh fuck, Rowyn. Come with me.”

His words break as he struggles to hold on, and I’m so... so close...

I feel it roll through me right as his cock throbs violently. His nails dig into my sides as he holds me down, not letting me miss a drop this time.

It’s weirdly satisfying, being bred on both ends. I feel owned.

His hand wraps around my throat a split second before his lips crash against mine, and it feels different this time. Like he’s trying to prove something.

“I need another shower,” I laugh against his lips. “Settle down.”

“Are you talking to me or my dick? Because that’s something you need to take up with him.”

Lifting up, I watch his cock flop down onto his stomach and let out a laugh. “Ithink he’s tired, Eris. He’s asking for a raincheck.”

“Fucking traitor,” he hisses down at it. “Dude was complaining all day and now wants to nap. You fuck me up, Rowyn. Took it all out of me.”

Beaming, I lean down to kiss his tip then stand on shaky legs. “Hey, you asked for it. He’ll get more later.”

As I turn to head for the bathroom, I’m surprised to find I mean it — I don’t know if this will be a fuckbuddies thing or something else, but what I do know... is that I’m far from done with this man.

Ten: Sweet Pea

When my doorbell rings, I don’t have to wonder who it is. This is the sixth night in a row Eris has shown up on my doorstep asking to use my shower, but this time, at least he brought dinner.

“Yes, you big dummy. Come in.”

Grinning, he kisses the top of my head in greeting and moves around my kitchen like he owns the place. “How was your day? You get those orders out?”

“Yep, sure did. I also did the laundry you left here,” I say pointedly. The little shit has been leaving things behind every time he comes here. “But you’re washing your own thermos. I think there’s somethingbreeding in there.”

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