Page 55 of Fool Me Once

Her hands grip my thighs, helping her gain traction as she starts to rock forward and back, and each time, the head of my dick gets closer to the back of herthroat.

“Fuck,” I hiss, holding her hair a little tighter, but being careful not to be too rough.

Pulling back, she spits on my cock, making me groan in pure pleasure, before she wraps her lips around me and pushes me deep into her throat.

“Baby”—I hold her head still at an attempt to slow her down—“I’m about five seconds away from blowing my load down that tight little throat of yours. If you don’t want me to come, you’d better stop sucking my dick right now.”

She just grins—she fucking grins—before letting my cock fall from her mouth and staring up at me.

“I’m still thirsty,” she coos, “so you’re going to come down my throat. And then, after you do … you’re going to fuck me hard, until you’re coming again. But this time, inside my pussy.”

Well, fuck me. Okay then.

I don’t know this side of her. But between her bossy, filthy fucking words and her ready, wet mouth, which wraps around my cock and pulls me in deep … I come almost instantly. Because, god-fucking-damn, a woman who knows what she wants is hot as fuck.

Even if she is using me to feel better.

Smith comes in my mouth, and the second the salty taste hits my tongue, I attempt to rub my thighs together to relieve some of the pressure while swallowing him down.

“Look at you,” he somehow manages to choke out while his body is still convulsing. “The most beautiful creature and so fucking gorgeous on your knees with my cock between your lips.”

He keeps doing that—giving me compliments and trying to pump me up. I know what he’s trying to do, and it’s not going to work. Sex is all this is right now. Getting myself off and getting him off—it’s the only thing thathelps quiet the voices. I’m not really interested in the touchy-feely, emotional stuff right now, but he keeps trying.

After running my tongue over the head of his dick, I wipe my mouth and push to my feet.

“Well,” I say, stepping up to him and glaring at him, “are you going to fuck me like the good boy you’re trying so hard to pretend you are now or not?”

I don’t know where this side of me is coming from or why. I’m not this girl—never have been. I’ve never taken control during sex in my life, but here I am, being crude and bossy. But when his semi-hard cock quickly hardens at the touch of my palm, I know he’s enjoying it as much as I am.

It’s the only thing that brings me joy.

He doesn’t say anything; instead, he shoves his hand between my legs and dips two fingers inside my heat, making me groan in desperation. Gently, he pushes until my back hits the shower wall and parts my legs as he moves his fingers in and out.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he murmurs, his eyes glossed over with need, “and so fucking perfect for me. Every single part of you—flawless.”

“Knock it off with the sweet words,” flies angrily from my mouth, but when his hand stops moving, I growl in agony. “Smith, stop playing with me.”

I know his words are kind and meaningful, but I don’t want to hear them. They aren’t the truth, and he knows it. He’s just trying to make me feel less insecure about myself, and I hate that. I don’t want anyone’s pity—ever. Especially not his.

“If I’m going to give you my cock again, Firefly, you’re going to have to listen to what I have to say,” he utters, leaning in and catching my lips with his. “I’ll keep telling you until you believe every word too.”

“No,” I growl, my throat growing angry with emotion. “Just fuck me, would you? Just fuck me and stop trying to make it something it isn’t.” With every passing second, I only grow more agitated, unable to deal with any emotions right now other than the ones that will bring me an orgasm. “Please.” The word comes from my throat in a strangled plea. “I’m begging you, quit being nice to me and just give me what I’m asking for.”

He seems unaffected by my words and cocks his head to the side. “Why? Because you’re afraid you might start to believe me?” Eyes that seeright through me stare me down. “Scared you might fall in love with me again and that I could hurt you?”

His fingers push back inside of me little by little, and my nipples harden.

“Or are you afraid I’m lying to you and that I don’t mean the words coming from my lips? All because some fuckface ex of yours told you that you weren’t worthy of anything good, so now, you think you don’t deserve all the things I’m saying to you. But you do, Gem. You really fucking do.”

We’re nose to nose, his lips hovering just barely above mine.

“I promise you, I mean every fucking word, Gem. You. Are. Perfect. For. Me.”

I’m pissed when tears fill my eyes because feelings and complicated shit aren’t what this is supposed to be about. We’re supposed to be having sex, not making love. He’s supposed to be fucking my sorrows away—that’s what I asked of him, and he can’t even do that.

Turning away from him, I quickly open the shower door and jump out before grabbing a towel and pulling it around myself. I need to get the hell out of this bathroom, so I rush into the bedroom and away from him. I haven’t even made it two steps into the room before his arm wraps around my waist, stopping me.

“Damn it, Gem,” he rasps. “I’m trying to be a good man, an honorable fucking human who does the right thing, but you’re making it hard.” He pulls my back to his soaked chest, and his erection presses into my ass. “Using me for sex isn’t fucking healthy, and I don’t feel right about it, like I’m taking advantage of you.”

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