Page 56 of Fool Me Once

“Stop,” I hiss, embarrassed that I’m being turned down by an NHL fuckboy.

“Do you really think that I don’t want to drive my cock inside your pussy again, Gemma?” He says the words into my ear, and goose bumps erupt all over my body, making my nipples harden.

“I love fucking you, baby.” He continues to hold on to me, rocking slightly. “I love coming inside your pussy and feeling you squeeze around my cock when you come all over it.”

“Smith—”

“I’m scared I’ll do something wrong or take it too far. Your pain is still fresh, and I never want to do anything that might trigger youor—”

Humiliated, I try to pull away from him. “Stop,” I whimper. “Just forget it.”

Because he’s Smith and he doesn’t ever want to do anything that might hurt me, he releases his hold on me, and I start toward my clothes to find some pajamas, but just as I kneel down to reach in my bag, he steps beside me.

“I might be scared to hurt you, but that doesn’t mean I don’t fucking crave you, Gem. Or that I don’t want you so badly. My cock is throbbing right now, even minutes after you sucked my dick. Feel this, baby.” He reaches for my hand, moving it over the huge bulge under the towel. “That’s how much I want to feel your pussy stretch around my cock. So, please, take your own pain away, Gemma. Use me.” He pulls me upward, swiping his thumb across my cheek. “Fuck my dick like the queen that you are. Take what you want and nothing less.” He runs his hands down my waist, pushing the towel from my body. “You’ve had everything taken from you, Firefly. It’s time for you to take it all back.”

He steps back until he’s sitting on the bed before releasing his own towel. His cock stands tall and proud, waiting for me. I know I shouldn’t go over to him after he just turned me down in the shower, but my mouth waters at the sight of him alone. His tattoos stretch over his muscles, his hair is damp from the shower, and his huge cock is glistening, delicious veins wrapped around the entire thing.

Moving his hand to his dick, he pumps it a few times. “It’s all yours, baby. Every inch.” His voice is raspy as he gives himself one last stroke. “So, why don’t you come over here and act like it?”

“Don’t tell me how beautiful and perfect I am the entire time,” I whisper. “Okay?”

“Fine.” He shrugs. “Now … are you going to get over here and ride my dick or not?”

I should be embarrassed, but I’m too desperate for him to be inside of me to have that sort of emotion right now, and within seconds, I’m walking toward him.

When I stop in front of him on the bed, his eyes give me an almost-daring look, so I fire back by straddling his lap and slowly lower myself down onto his length.

“Fuck,” rushes from his lips as my pussy stretches around him.

The deeper he gets, the more it stings, and when he notices my nipples perking up, he brings one into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and sucking on it before moving to the next.

With every flick of his tongue, I only grow wetter. Soon, he’s deeper inside of me, and I hiss as my hips begin to roll.

“I’m at your mercy, Firefly,” he murmurs against my breasts. “You own me right now. Take back what’s yours.”

I would never want to hurt anyone the way that I’ve been hurt—and especially not the one person who means the most to me—but taking control … or even justhavingcontrol over something, anything at all, sounds really, really nice.

“Lie on your back, Sawyer,” I say, my voice huskier than ever. “And keep your cock inside of me while you move.”

With his hands on my waist, he sinks back on the bed until he’s flat on his back, making sure that he stays inside of me the entire time. The more my hips roll, the deeper inside of me he gets. It doesn’t matter how many times we’ve had sex since I’ve known him; I’ll never get over how large he is or the sting I feel when he sinks deeper inside of me.

His fingertips graze my back, and a low growl escapes his throat as I begin to ride him harder.

“Put your palms flat on the mattress while I’m fucking you,” I utter.

Right away, he does what he was told.

“Good boy, Smith,” I hiss as his cock slides even deeper.

“Fuck, Gem,” he whispers, and my ass bounces faster and harder against his lap.

I could come so quickly, but when his eyes begin to glaze over and his breathing grows heavier, I know how close he is too. So, I slow my movements and move my hips up, letting his cock slide from my body, hovering my heat just at the tip of his length.

He hisses in pure despair, and for whatever fucked-up reason, I eat it up, knowing that he was so close … and I took it from him.

Maybe I’m a monster, and perhaps I have some evil in me, but sometimes, it feels good to remember how much control I can have over certain situations.

And right now, I have the ability to not let Smith Sawyer come.

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