Page 30 of Touch Her and Die
“I can show you I love you in two ways. Kill for you. Or fuck you. Don’t ask for more.”
I licked my lips. I wasn’t asking for more. I wasn’t going to talk at all. My mouth was dry, and I was so hard I could feel the strain of my zipper.
She reached over and freed me, giving me instant relief of one pressure. Her mouth was on my cock next and a whole new pressure was building in my balls.
Her tongue licked along my shaft and circled the head. I watched her head bobbing up and down, up and down. I gripped the steering wheel tighter, as if that was going to grant me control over anything.
Every fucking breath I took made me sound needy as fuck, and damn if I wasn’t close.
Abruptly she stopped and sat up.
“Fuck, princess.”
She smirked and slid herself over towards me. I adjusted my seat as far back as it would go, leaving her beautiful body space. Letting her straddle me.
My cock was slick from her tongue, and yet it didn’t matter. She was so damn wet as she slid down my shaft.
“Fuck, princess. How can I stay mad at you?”
She moaned as she slid herself down, seating herself and burying me deep inside her. I gripped her hips as she shifted her body just enough to make my own resolve crack.
“Just don’t be,” she said and rocked her hips again.
With every roll of her hips and every movement of her body it seemed possible I was overreacting. But I wasn’t.
“Halle, you can’t…” I broke off for a moment. I needed to control my fucking body before I came too early. But damn it. I craved her like some kind of addict, and maybe I was.
“I can,” she said on a gasp.
I shifted myself and grabbed her hair, keeping her from being able to control my cock even though she was on top. I thrust up inside her. The beautiful sounds of her submitting made this all the better.
I rose up and licked her neck, loving the sweet, salty sweat of her skin.
“Princess, I want to own you. Own all of you.”
She gasped as I yanked her down onto my shaft and I ground her against me, loving the way her body clenched around my shaft.
“I don’t lose Halle. Fucking say yes.”
I thrust my hips up and pressed my thumb against her clit at just the right angle. She would come for me, and I would control this. Maybe she thought it was her in control, but not today.
Not this time.
THIRTEEN
halle
Feeling was bullshit.My sister would tell me it was bullshit if she were here. I crossed my arms over my chest like I could just body language this all away. Except I wasn’t dumb. I’d caught the feels and the only thing that could stop it would be to stop my beating heart.
I ran my hands over the shirt and down my bare thighs. His come between my legs had dried somewhere around mile marker whatever. This didn’t feel like control anymore.
How had he turned my revenge sex into, well, what the fuck was it?
He was manipulating me.Or was I manipulating him? How does one lose sight of who they are manipulating? My life was topsy turvy and maybe I was chaos, but shouldn’t something start making sense?
The seat made a creak as my ass shifted against the leather. Still nothing outside the window. Was I going to have to start a conversation?
We hadn’t cleared the air, but he seemed less scowly. Me? I felt more confused and strangely, the silence didn’t seem to bother either of us as the nothing of the landscape refused to change.
