Page 15 of Right Number, Wrong Man
Damn, I like her scared.
I crawl between her thighs and push a pillow under her hips. She’s sopping wet, but I know it’ll be a struggle to fit inside her. I notch myself at her center and wait, allowing her a moment to be sure she wants this as much as I do.
“What, do you want a written contract? Hurry up and fuck me already,” Hailey quips.
I’ve always liked her smart mouth, but I like it even better when she talks dirty.
My brain short circuits and my hips jerk forward. She whimpers as the crown of my dick breaches her pussy, her inner muscles bearing down on me. I shudder with pleasure. I know that she’s hurting, but I like it.
Why do I have to be such a twisted bastard? She deserves a gentle lover, not a sicko who gets off on her pain and?—
“Break me,” she whispers.
She didnotjust say that, right?
“Fuck me like you hate me,” she moans.
Wait, she’s into this? Shewantsme to hurt her?
I lose control. With one brutal thrust, I bury myself in her to the hilt, forcing her pussy to take all of me. She cries out. Her pulsing cunt sucks me in and I hold myself deep, losing my sanity inside her. She’s so warm and wet and tight?—
We’re both already out of breath when I start pumping my hips. Shallow movements at first, but my restraint falls apart with every thrust. Soon, I pull all the way out and slam ruthlessly into her. Hailey yelps. I freeze, worrying I hurt her badly, but she grabs my biceps.
“Don’t hold back,” she whispers, and I hear the smile in her voice.
She doesn’t need to tell me twice.
I pound into her tight cunt with reckless abandon and her hips eagerly meet my rhythm. I twist her nipple, but this time I’m not gentle. She unravels a second time and as her pussy massages my cock, I can’t hold on another second.
I fill her until my seed leaks out of her and onto the mattress. It’s light pink, our essences mixed with a bit of her blood.
I’m hovering above the world in perfect bliss—until she speaks.
“That was incredible, Mike,” she whispers.
Mike.
Tears sting my eyes.
The illusion is over, but I knew what I was getting into. Like Grandpa Jim once told me:If you wanna be stupid, you gotta be tough.
I ain’t tough, but I made my choice.
Gritting my teeth, I pull out and tuck away my cockbefore righting my clothes. Hailey sits up to take off her mask, giving me a soft smile.
My heart stops.
I want just one more moment of pretending she wants me. Pretending the love in her eyes is meant for me and our story is a fairy tale, not a tragedy.
I press my palm to her hot, flushed cheek. Her eyeliner and mascara are smudged and her hair is damp with sweat, but she’s still beautiful. More so, like she’s glowing from within.
I trail a finger across the slim scar cutting through her left brow and my stomach knots. This is Mike’s fault. His stupid prank made her faint and she hit her head, needing stitches.
I wish I could kiss it better. I wish I could kiss the tip of her nose and the corners of her lips. I wish I could take off my mask and tell her the truth sitting in my mouth like hot coals.
About the prank. About my feelings.
I wanna crawl at her feet and beg her to lovemeinstead of my brother—but I don’t. I stand up and it’s like pushing a rusty knife through my chest.
