Page 71 of Wicked Surrender

“Are you hungry for my dick?” I slammed in before she could tell me no.

She screamed, arching her back as I rammed myself all the way in. Her nails dug into the skin on my forearm as she used it as something to leverage herself with, pushing toward me.

“You like that? You think you’ve been a good girl for me to deserve my cock in you?”

I pulled out and slammed back in, about to shoot my load in her just from the sexy sight of holding her neck and pounding into her so hard.

“I want to be bad. With you,” she got out around panted breaths.

With me.

It was all I’d wanted too.

So I filled her, again and again.

Before I thought I’d lose my mind, I felt the first signs of her coming. Her pussy clenched. Her breaths turned more frantic. As she cried out and stared at me with such vulnerability, I finally got what I wanted.

A single tear streaked down her cheek.

I’d fucked her senseless, seeing her lose a tear at last.

Something about seeing it triggered me to let go.

I didn’t think. I wasn’t going to analyze it.

Following her after her orgasm, I gave in to the sensation of her milking me and came deep inside her, groaning as I surrendered to wanting her.

When all I was supposed to do was hate her.

23

LAURA

Over the next two weeks, the tutoring sessions with Jason were the highlights of my days. He never came prepared with his work, but each time we met, he was ready to fuck me until I thought I’d pass out.

I wasn’t helping his grades, but then again, he’d never acted like he gave a damn about them.

In the back of that diner again, then in that old storage closet, in the bathroom at another library, and even out on a bench outside, where I straddled him when it was dark and stormy outside.

We had sex each time, and I started to worry about what I’d do when it was over.

Because it wouldn’t last. It couldn’t when he was still so mean to me, bullying me in passing when he saw me. He was still a jerk when we were alone. But now it felt more like he did it to get my attention and get me riled up, not to make my life hell.

His friends hadn’t quit bullying me either, but I ignored them and all they said like usual.

That was how I knew it couldn’t last.

If he were serious about my being more than a tutor with benefits, then he’d take steps to tell his friends to knock it off.

And if I were serious about his being more than a man who wouldn’t be afraid to take risks sexually and be rough with me to make me come, I’d have to plan on how to introduce him to my parents and start figuring out how to get him to win my dad over.

All we did was have sex each time we were alone, wherever we could.

It was just sex.

I knew that.

But sooner or later, I’d have to give it up.

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