Page 26 of Love Triangle
“I don’t want what you think I want from you at all, actually,” I whisper. His head lifts, his eyes look apologetically into mine. “Cliff,I want more.”
“Fuck,” he grinds out between his teeth.
That’s all I get before he flips me over onto my belly, ass pulled in the air. Before I can react, he plunges deep into my pussy in one hard, fast movement that leaves me gasping and crying out. He drives hard into me, relentlessly, his huge cock spreading me open like I’ve never been before.
“Oh fuck, it’s too much,” I whine, feeling as if I’m about to be torn in half.
“No it’s not. Your cunt is perfect for me. My sweet little slut takes both her men in her pretty pussy and loves it, don’t you?”
Oh fuuuuuck. I clench harder around him, barely able to reply. “Yes, I love it. I want you both. Fuck me.”
Cliff wraps my hair around his fist and yanks me upward until we’re flush against one another, him still driving into me. He drags his teeth down my neck as if a threat.
“Would yourTriglike to see you covered in another man’s marks? Would he like to know what a slut you are for me? Would you tell him how far up your cunt my cock went? Hmm?” He tugs my hair back harder, making me cry out and moan.
He thrusts up inside me until he hits the deepest point, the spot that hurts to touch but that I love to feel regardless. He hits it over and over until I feel tears form at the corner of my eyes and my legs shake with an impending orgasm.
“I asked you a question. Will you keep us a secret or will you open your dirty little mouth after you suck his cock again and tell him what we’ve done?”
“Whatever you want. I’ll do anything you want,” I reply in a high voice, barely able to control my body.
“Don’t tell him anything. Unless he asks.” He forces me down onto all fours, my face pressed against the mattress, and ruts into me like an animal. “I’ve never felt anything like you, Crystal. You were made for me. You’re mine. He’s only borrowing you.”
I want to protest the possessiveness, but at the moment he feels too fucking good and I can’t stop myself from coming hard around him. I scream into the pillow below me as all my tension finally lets go in one muffled burst of release.
“That’s it, that’s my good girl. Squeeze my cock.”
As I come down from the intense orgasm, he rolls me over onto my back, my limbs loose. He presses my legs up and out, creating a shallow entry for him that lets him hit that deep spot again, making me cry out between gritted teeth.
“Enough,” he growls, wrapping a hand around my neck. “It’s my turn. You’ll be silent unless you’re milking my cock, understood?”
I nod as best I can with his hand on my throat. He lets go and the air whooshes out of me. My head spins and I see my thighs, my pussy, my tits that he’s squeezing start to go invisible. Cliff looks down and huffs out a laugh when he sees it, but doesn’t stop what he’s doing. In fact, he goes faster, pressing his thumb where my clit would be without having to search for it even though he can’t see it. All we can see is the incredible bulk of him being squeezed by my inner muscles over and over. His piercings flash in the light as they push me closer to insanity, the way they push through the textures of my insides. I keep my moans in and manage to stay quiet, until I feel him fumble his movements just slightly. I know he’s close.
I break apart once more as he does, squeezing him as he spurts ropes of cum inside me. I let myself shout as my tight cunt milks every drop from him. He groans and kisses me lazily as he finally slows.
We wrap our arms around one another and breathe each other in. Under the sweat from our lovemaking is the scent of nice shampoo, books, and laundry detergent. It’s a stoic kind of scent you wouldn’t expect from a man who fucks like a beast. Then again, he’s also a man who wears cardigans that cover his tattoos every day, only chooses the classic apple pie, and meticulously folds his laundry. This man is a puzzle and I intend to spend my days solving him.
As I ponder my future, my mind begins to drift. I hear soft breathing next to me, and I smile when I realize Cliff has fallen asleep. When I glance at him now, I see how young and innocent he looks, and my smile breaks open wide.Sweetie.I don’t want to bother him so I don’t budge from my spot. He wore me out so I let myself relax with my eyes closed, accidentally falling asleep for too long.
Chapter Twenty-Five – Cliff
Mmm. I stretch in the dark, then wrap my arms around my sleeping date. She’s snoring softly…
Snort.
…and occasionally she’s snoring loudly. It’s adorable. It’s quite dark in here and I wonder what time it is. I know it was already deep into the afternoon when we fell asleep, but it can’t be that late.
It is that late.
“Crystal, wake up. Now.” I shake her shoulders hard.
“Huh? What’s wrong?” she mumbles, rubbing her eyes.
“It’s seven minutes to midnight is what’s wrong. I believe you have some business to attend to and a long way to walk.”
“Oh, shit.” She tosses back the blankets and stumbles out of bed.
“Here.” I toss her the green dress she was wearing earlier, and she scrambles into it. I get myself into my pants and shirt. I’ll get my underclothes and cardigan another time.
