Page 54 of The Space Between
I brace for him, and then, he’s there. Thick. Hard. Sliding through my folds and sinking in with one slow, devastating push that stretches me wide-open all over again.
I sob against the door, my hips arching backward to take him deeper.
“Jesus,” he growls. “You’re so fucking wet, Blakelyn.”
“Don’t stop.” I groan.
He wraps a hand around the back of my neck, not squeezing it, just holding me there. “I’m not stopping, baby,” he says low and wrecked. “Not until I’ve ruined you foranyoneelse.” And he thrusts.
It’s brutal in the best way. Every slam of his hips is punishment and apology and pure, violent need. He fucks melike he’s trying to exorcise something. Like I’m the first person he’s let inside since the storm took everything from him… like I’m not safe… but I’m his.
I take it all. He murmurs filthy words into my ear, “You want it like this, Blakelyn… you want my cock stretching you as I fuck you and your ass grinds back against me… begging me for more? You want your face against the wall as my cock touches you in places so deep, you’ll feel me tomorrow?”
His words are so unlike him, but I do… I do want it. I want it all and I want… more. I scream, “Yes, I want it… I want everything, Gruene.”
His fingers dig so far into my hips that bruises will bloom, but I want them because he’s not hurting me. He’s not humiliating me. He’s giving me what I want.
“Gruene!”His name is ripped out of my throat as I come with him still pounding into me, unrelenting.
I don’t even realize I’m crying until he pulls out, flips me around, and lifts me off the ground.
His arms wrap around me. His cock is still hard between us and my legs wrap around him while I kiss every inch of tanned, scarred skin I can reach. I’m still quivering. My pussy is still spasming from the intensity of my release.
He walks us to the kitchen table, sets me down, and pushes back in like he wasnever finished.
“Again,” he growls. “I want to see you break for me, baby.”
He fucks me like he can’t get enough of me, and I shatter, again. And still, again, triggering him. He groans my name into the sweat-slicked skin of my throat as he comes inside of me. We’re both wrecked and it feels like a dam breaking.
He slumps over me and we stay like that… naked… dripping with sweat… silent other than our labored breathing.
My chest heaves. His forehead rests against mine.
“I told you not to let me touch you,” he says hoarsely.
I lift my eyes. “And I told you I wanted it.”
He pulls back slightly, he leaves my body and winces as the suction sound fills the room. I feel his cum drip down my thighs as I stare at him.
His expression is raw… torn open… like he’s still deciding whether this was a mistake or a revelation.
“You didn’t just getsex, Blakelyn,” he says quietly. “You gotme.”
“I know.” I reply, wanting to cry and to pull him back into me and hug him tightly.
“I don’t… you could have anyone…” His voice is full of something I can’t define, but I want to.
“I don’t wantanyone,Gruene.I wantyou.”
He looks at me for a long, long time. Then, he nods once and lets out a breath like it hurts to do it. His voice is wrecked as he says, “Okay.”
Gruene
Her legs are still wrappedaround my waist.
My sweat’s drying cold on my skin, and I’m staring at the edge of her jaw like it’s the last goddamn lifeline I’ve got.
I should move… back away… saysomethingthat puts distance between what just happened and what itmeans. But I don’t… because my cum is inside of her and dripping down her thighs. I’ve marked her. Claimed her and part of me doesn’t know if I can let her go.
