Page 84 of Make Them Cry
I cup his cheek with my hands. “Yes, I do. You like control. You like staying in control, and now I’m giving you the permission to lose it on me.”
He presses his forehead against mine, and whispers, “I’ve wanted this a long time, River. I’m going to fuck you hard and fast. I’m going to lose myself deep inside you. You probablywon’t even have a chance to come before I’m done,” he laughs lightly, “but I promise you once I get this fuck out of the way, I’m going to spend the rest of the night taking care of your sweet pussy.” He bucks a little harder inside me.
“I don’t think I’ve ever had a guy be this truthful with me before.”
“My mind’s misfiring on all cylinders being inside you.”
“Well, I hope I’m as good as you imagined.” I thrust my hips up, and he groans.
“You’re even better,” he whispers, and then he loses it.
He bucks harder on top of me, his dick slamming into me with such a force I can’t do anything but hold on.
My nails rake down his back as he fucks me deeper into the couch. My body vibrates, every cell activated. I grip tighter as he screws me faster. His groans and grunts are deep and guttural. Sounds I’ve never heard him make before. He keeps going, his forehead still pressed against mine as we breathe each other’s air.
“So fucking tight, River. You feelso fuckinggood.” He pushes a hand between our bodies, toying with my clit as he growls out. “I want you to come.”
I kiss him quick and fast. “I thought you were going to take care of me later.”
His eyes meet mine, and he gives me a brief smile that makes my heart clench deep in my chest. “That was past me. This is present me, and present me wants you to come all over my cock.”
I cup his cheeks again. “And what does future you want?”
“All of you.” He crushes his lips to mine, and kisses me. The kiss goes on and on as he keeps slamming deeper inside me.
My body’s so close to coming undone, and I squeeze my eyes shut. “Oh, Gage, I’m so close.”
“Good, because I don’t know how much longer I can hold out.” He keeps rocking into me, his dick hitting a spot so deep inside me that makes white-hot heat burn beneath my closed lids. “God, I hope you’re on the pill, because the thought of pulling out of you is crushing me.”
“I’m on the pill,” I rush out as the first wave of my orgasm crashes over me. “Don’t stop,” I shout out.
True to his word, Gage doesn’t stop. He doesn’t let up at all. And the feel of his hard dick pounding away inside me is like something straight out of a porno. Not that I’ve ever even seen one, but this is definitely different than the deepfake video of us. This is more raw. Possessive. Completely feral.
Gage fucks me like he’s never wanted anything more in his life. I keep coming, my body shooting off like the Fourth of July, and it doesn’t stop. I’ve never had an orgasm last this long, but I think it’s the way he hits this certain spot inside me. Like it’s the exact button to all my pleasure.
“I think you’ve hit my G-spot,” I tell him, my orgasm still causing me to shake violently. “Don’t stop,” I tell him, greedy for more.
“Keep coming all over me, River,” he says, rocking himself faster and faster. “I’m so fucking close to making youmine.”
“I’m already yours,” I tell him, because obviously how can I not be? All the thoughts about what this actually means rush intomy mind. How he’s a coworker. How I promised myself I’d never trust anyone again.
How it all feels too good to be true. My orgasm dissipates, and Gage keeps screwing me. His orgasm takes hold, and he grips me tight, groaning out my name like a curse and a prayer.
Gage makes me feel things I’ve never felt before. Ever.
I try to control my breathing as Gage comes down from his high. His eyes meet mine, and I can see the vulnerability hiding behind his irises. Like he wants to tell me he loves me, but knows I’ll possibly run if he does.
And maybe I will.
Why am I self sabotaging?
He doesn’t pull out of me. Instead he pumps slowly inside me, like he still can’t get enough. “You okay?” he asks me, most likely reading something written so plainly across my face.
“I’m fine,” I lie, which is partly true. I wanted to have sex with him. God, did I want to. But now I’m scared. I’m waiting for the but. The reason why he’ll walk away as soon as this whole thing is over.
The chase is over.
“River,” he whispers, his dick already hardening once again inside me. “Don’t lie to me.”
