Page 84 of Frayed Owner

Shit, apparently that was waving a red flag in front of a bull. He thrust up and told me to tease my tits as he fucked me. I did, crying out as the first orgasm hit me fast. Then his hands covered my breasts and he told me to ride him. I had flashes of things I shouldn’t and tried to push it out of my head, focusing only on Sergey and what I wanted.

We came at the same time and I got annoyed when I thought of Wyatt, but in comparison that I liked this type of sex better.

But I wished also that Wyatt had given it to me too.

“Where did you go?” Sergey asked me gently when we were done and calmed down a bit.

I couldn’t hide my guilt. “Sorry. I’m so all over the place and—”

“You thought of one of them while we were together?” he asked, his tone tight.

“Yes—no, but yes.” I sighed, pushing my wet—and now knotted hair—out of my face. “I was—it was unintentional and thinking about this sex being so much better than…” I shrugged. “This is so different than being with him.”

He let out a slow breath and nodded. “Thank you for being honest. I’m glad I’m better.” He waited until I nodded before giving me a soft kiss this time. “I get it. He is the only person you have to compare to. I had those thoughts at the wrong time too, and then once you start, your brain can’t like shut it off.”

“Yes, exactly. Sorry,” I mumbled and gently moved off of him.

“It’s fine. I’m going to have thoughts like that too, and—I think it’s natural to have thoughts of past partners and what they did that you liked or how it feels different in that same position.” He gave me a challenging look like I had no room to say anything.

I ground my jaw and didn’t like how the turnabout made me feel. “Well, I guess you didn’t do your job of pleasing me if I had enough brain power left to think.” I turned over so I was on all fours and pushed up my ass. “It’s a shame I didn’t pleaseyouenough that you could think of other women. I find that shocking when you say my body is perfect.”

“It is perfect, foxy,” he muttered as he ran his hand up my thigh. “I didn’t say I had. Just it would be normal if—”

“If you have enough energy to talk, you should be fucking me,” I cut in. “However you want.” I leaned down a bit like I was doing yoga and then started to come back up.

He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me up onto my knees so I was flush against his chest. “You’re playing with fire, Bev.”

I turned my head a bit just so I could tease his lips with my tongue. “Then punish me, but remember that I was horny for you and jumped you.” I cried out when he thrust into me, loving how it felt. He pushed me back down and fucked me.

Likefucked me. It was exactly what we both needed and I loved it.

Apparently, I really,reallyloved being fucked doggy style on my bed while he grunted how good I felt and how perfect my body was. I couldn’t stop my body from climaxing if I wanted, and it drove him mad how I was dripping down my thighs.

He finished so hard that he sort of growled or snarled in a way that was actually sexy. He started to fall onto me but then turned us so we were on our sides, hugging me tightly to him.

“Jesus, foxy, you are too much, and you have to use that power over me sparingly.”

I snorted. “Yeah, who was the one who smirked as he pushed my buttons to be jealous?

“I don’t know what you mean,” he mumbled.

“Naw, we’re not lying to each other like that even over goofy shit.”

“I got jealous and lashed out,” he admitted after a moment. “I want to be sorry, but I’m still in the afterglow of amazing sex and everything is perfect.”

He wasn’t wrong… Until he reminded me we had to go because we had tutoring with his mom.

Oh shit! I’d totally forgotten. Nothing was more embarrassing than going to see hismomafter I’d rocked his world.

And he’d rocked mine. Yikes!

Still, we’d made it through it and things were going well. Really well.

The prank was a hit. So much was going well with work and I was caught up with school. Hell, people were on my side against the Rices, and… Something absolutely had to go wrong and try to throw me into another depressive spiral.

I just didn’t see it coming from where it did.

Or someone able to break into my room.

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