Page 72 of Mayfly

“The park has changed.”

Jude presses his forehead between my shoulder blades, and lays a hand flat against my chest. “What?”

“I went there this morning… Before coming here.”

He stands, and pulls me with him. Then he tilts my head back so he can look down on me from behind. "Why?"

“I needed to.”

Jude shuffles his feet apart so I'm not forced onto my toes.

It's painful; how slow he's moving. As though he now wants the powers that be to catch us.

"You feel so good. But please…" I reach behind for his hips, but he raises the hand that was supporting my chest to wrap around me like a choke hold.

"You're not in control, Curren," he tells me, then rams inside me to the hilt.

I arch my back further, and he bites my flesh in the crook of my neck. "Please. I need more."

His other hand smacks my ass and I jolt in his arms.

“Just. Like. This?” he grunts, punctuating each word with an even more ferocious thrust.

"Fuck. Yes. More."

He unwraps his arm from around my neck to grip my shoulders, and tilts me forward. Using his hold on me as leverage, he pounds into me with so much force my dick slaps against my stomach.

Just as abruptly as he started, Jude almost stops—drawing back at a snail's pace until I feel the tug of his crown on the inside of my rim. Then millimeter by millimeter, he threatens to withdraw completely, until I'm tensing around him, desperate to pull him back in.

A whine gurgles in my throat, and he ploughs into me so hard I topple forward.

Jude praises me with the most possessive moans while I grip the windowsill—literally teetering on the edge of life and death. Because without Jude's hands on my shoulders and his cock in my ass, I'd be on the dry, hard, ground, ten stories below.

His thighs slap against the back of mine.

My hands are cut up.

But I'm greedy.

"Jude, I… Have to touch… Please."

“You’re half out the fucking window.”

“But I—Ah.Need to come.”

“No."

“That's not fair,” I whimper like a fucking baby. “I need to... I need to...”

"You need to let me use your whore ass until it's so full of my cum that you’ll never get it all out.”

My voice croaks, then cracks, and the sounds of my frustration are like a broken record out of time with how quickly Jude is pounding into me. But life be damned; if this is the way fate wants to take me out, then at least we'll be together.

I spread my legs as best I can, and cling to the windowsill with all the strength my right arm can afford.

My head is outside in an instant, but the relief of being touched is too good for me to stop.

"You bratty little shit," Jude curses, and pulls me back in.

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