Page 84 of Choke

She doesn’t hesitate like before—doesn’t wait for me to command her.

“Please. Oh, god, please. Please may I come, Daddy?”

Jesus. Fucking. Christ.

That pushes me to the edge, and it’s now or never.

“Come for me.”

Her pussy locks down around my dick, and she screams into the bed. I reach around and find her clit, circling it, knowing it’ll push her orgasm on and on. The way she pulsates and squirms under me, the noises. They all do me in, and I follow her over that cliff, filling her pussy to the brim with cum before collapsing on top of her.

I could die right now, and my only problem would be that I didn’t get to do that more.

Our hearts beat in what feels like unison. She eases out from under me, and I watch her leave the room, returning a few moments later. She stands at the edge of the bed for a moment before crawling back in, pausing a few inches from me, and I feel her hesitation.

As if I could deny her.

She can have it all.

Reaching out, I wrap an arm around her narrow waist and pull her body against mine, breathing her in. She dissolves, relaxing, and soon her breath evens, and she’s asleep. It’s been a long day. I should be exhausted, but I don’t think sleep will be possible tonight. Not with her like this, tucked against me, her chest rising and falling in long, even breaths, her heart rate slow and steady. Her fingers twitch lightly against my chest like she’s searching for something as she sleeps. Like she’s seaching for me.

Oh…no…

And that feeling in my stomach is back. Like a slow, twisting pressure, low and unfamiliar. Not hunger. Not nerves. Something else. Something I don’t have a fucking name for. It tightens when she shifts against me; it feels like finally finding something missing for years.

It’s not a bad feeling.

She feels like home

She’s fucking everything.

Morning After

Lex

The sun streaming in through the blinds pulls me out of sleep. I stretch and wince at the soreness in my muscles; my whole body aches. I hear the sound of dishes in the kitchen and look at where Adrian was when I fell asleep. The bed is empty, but that warm, smokey scent that follows him around lingers; he must have gotten up for coffee. I rise out of bed, finding my shorts and shirt in a pile on the floor. Every step brings back memories of last night as my body protests, but I can’t help but smile as I recall it; it was incredible. I duck into the bathroom, and I’m sobered when I relieve myself, finding a small streak of blood mixed with his cum.

We had sex.

We had sex without protection.

I’d been so desperate that I didn’t even realize he wasn’t wearing a condom, and he didn’t ask if I was on birth control. Which I’m not.

Idiot.

Cursing myself, I look for my toothbrush, which had been on top of my makeup bag, but it’s gone. I locate it in the cup at the back of the vanity, and when I pick it up, its bristles are damp.

Did he use my toothbrush?

It seems so intimate, like something reserved for… not this.

Not us.

I rinse it, add a dab of toothpaste, and brush my teeth, but I’m still lost in my thoughts. When I’ve finished, I stare at my reflection, the flush in my cheeks, and my fingers tighten around the edge of the sink. I feel so hollow, and panic curls low in my stomach.

I need to get the morning-after pill.

Returning to the bedroom, I grab my phone and open the maps app. There’s a pharmacy close by.

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