Page 142 of Vying Girls
‘I need more,’ she gasps, raking her nails down my back again.
I pull my tank off, allowing her full access. ‘More?’ I chuckle. ‘Baby, I’ve not got more.’
‘No, not—’ She blows out a frustrated breath. ‘Just more. Hit me or pull my hair or something.’ She squeezes her eyes closed, a pained look on her face. ‘I can still feel it all.’
I don’t know what she means. Fucks me off I don’t know what hurts her. Physical pain is easier to deal with. The stretch in hercunt, it’s surface level, gone quicker than it comes. That pain in her heart, that’s the pain I don’t know what to do with.
She looks around when I don’t respond, my thrusts slowing with my distraction. Suddenly pitching to the side, she swipes something off my nightstand. Taking my hand, she slips my serpent ring onto my finger.
‘Do what you did to him.’
I frown, my thrusts ceasing.
‘Hit me with it.’
I open my mouth but nothing comes out. I’m not against pain in bed, giving it that is. I get it can heighten pleasure, it’s all just sensation, but punching a girl in the face? That seems to cross some invisible line—no, not invisible. Fucking obvious. You just don’t hit girls.
‘Can’t I just hit you with this?’ I thrust my hips, forcing a grin to my face.
Tilda gasps but shakes her head. ‘Please, Haz. You’re the only one I trust like that.’ She cups my cheeks. ‘We like the dark, don’t we?’
I restart my rhythm, hoping it’ll distract her, hoping it’ll distract me from the discomfort in my chest. Am I fucking weak? I’ve never denied a girl before. Didn’t think I could deny Tilda anything.
‘Just feel me, baby,’ I whisper, freeing my hand to thread it back through her hair. ‘I’ve got you.’ I touch my forehead to hers, creating shadow between us. ‘This is our darkness. You’re safe in it. Just let go.’
I think she’s going to resist when she finally relaxes back, her mouth opening as she gives in to me. I take a peek at the clock, a jolt shooting to my clit at just how little time we’ve got left. We need to come fast. I adjust the angle so the dildo presses against where I need it. With every thrust, I clench tight, groaning as my orgasm builds along with hers.
‘Are you gonna come, baby?’
‘Yeah. Fuck. Lie down more.’
Tilda grabs me tightly, using my lower body to graze her clit. She winds her arms around my neck, biting her bottom lip so hard I think it’s going to split.
The top of my head presses into the headboard as I rock above her. There’s no space between us, no room to breathe, my heart beating so fucking fast I hear it in my head.
Tilda’s moans heighten in pitch, beyond caring how loud she’s being with both Elly and Nic in the house.
‘Gonna come too,’ I grind out, rubbing my pussy hard against hers with my dick deep inside her.
‘Haz!’ she cries in an almost panicked tone.
Closing my eyes, I slam my clit into her, letting her noises carry me to the edge. Fuck, I love it when I time it just right. There’s something insanely potent about coming at the same time, like we’re one, our black souls melting together.
Just as I’m about to tip over, she pushes me away, frantically grabbing at my hand. There’s a flash of movement to my left that distracts me. Through hazy eyes, I watch Elly enter the room. Then I’m tipping over, too choked with pleasure to stop Tilda from furling my hand and slamming it into her face.
My orgasm ebbs just as blood blooms on her lip.
‘Tilda.’ I sit up, hovering over her as the dildo slides out.
She lets out a sobbing breath, cradling her jaw.
‘Fuck, Tilda, why did you do that?!’
I glance at Elly who watches from the door, her gaze unblinking on Tilda.
Tilda covers her face, her tears from before resuming in earnest. I let out a harsh breath, not knowing what to fucking do.
‘Haz…’ Elly begins.
