Page 14 of Irredeemable

A small sliver of relief courses through me that she wasn’t asking me to propose to her. And then a wicked gleam replaces it when I realize what she’s asking. “You want me to fuck you?”

“Tanner!” She exclaims, embarrassment making her neck and chest flush.

“You sure?”

She nods, finally looking back at me. I knew I was a bastard for even considering it, but it’s been months since my dick has been buried inside a pussy. And who was I to turn down what’s being freely offered.

Kneeling, I unbutton my shirt quickly and shuck it off. I jerk my head toward her bra. “Take it off.”

As she sits up and reaches behind her back to unclip it, I lean over her and grab a condom from my nightstand. Her eyes follow my hand as I tug down my suit pants and briefs, stroking my hard cock once before opening and rolling in the condom.

I wrap my hand around her throat, tilting her head to me and kissing her. She moans, her arms wrapping around my neck. I slide a hand down to her breast, giving it a squeeze as I push her back into the mattress and follow her down. Settling between her legs, I push her panties to the side again, annoyed she hadn’t thought to remove them. Lining my cock up to her entrance, I slide my hand to her waist and hold onto her as I thrust in. Her head jerks back, and my face falls into her neck with a loud grunt as she arches up with another screech as I tear through her barrier.

“Holy fuck,” I whisper. Her pussy was so tight it was strangling my cock. I pull out a small amount before thrusting even further in.

Her nails dig into my chest, trying to push me away. “Stop, stop. It hurts.”

I pause, kissing her neck and drifting my hand to her pussy. “It’s going to hurt, but I promise it will feel better.”

Playing with her clit, I gyrate my hips, moving only slightly inside her. Her walls are unrelenting with how tight they’re holding onto my cock. I can feel every flutter as she starts to get wetter for me.

“That’s it, baby. You going to come on my cock?” I whisper into her ear.

Madeline shivers, but her body is still stiff as she lays there. Eventually, her pussy relaxes enough that I can pull out and push in with a decent stroke. If she's just going to lay there, determined not to participate, then I'm going to focus on myself. Kissing down to her chest, I suckle a nipple, imagining a more fuller breast and a pussy that would be fucking me back.

She lets out a small whimper, and I speed up my thrusts, pounding into her. Her pussy is finally stretched to take most of my cock, and I felt the familiar fire building in my spine. Even if she was a dead lay, the warmth and tightness of a cunt is unmatched to a mouth or hand.

I grunt, pumping a few more times before I come, filling the condom but wishing it was coating the walls of Sammie’s pussy instead.

After the final spurt, I grab the edge of the condom and roll off her. A small masculine pride preens at the smeared blood as I toss it in the trash next to the bed. I throw an arm over my eyes and settle next to her.

Madeline waits a few seconds before moving to cuddle into my side, her hand resting on my chest. Usually, I'm not a cuddler, but I allow her this once, considering I did just deflower her. And not nicely, either.

“I love you,” She whispers softly. It makes my stomach drop, and my skin crawls, feeling hot and like I want to peel it off. I don’t say anything, pretending I’m asleep, and she doesn’t push. After twenty minutes, she passes out, and I gently extract myself from her.

My mind is buzzing, and I can’t form any coherent thoughts. All I know is that I don’t want to be here in bed with Madeline. I don’t ever want to fuck her again, or truly even the first time. And I want to punish Sam for putting me in this position.

Sammie

Istandtherestaringat my half-empty fridge, unwilling to cook or even order anything. I should probably just go to bed and force a new day faster. Sometimes, late at night, I’m forced to confront how loud the silence in my apartment is, how cold the other half of my bed is, and how lonely the fake interactions online are.

A pounding at my door makes me jump and double-check the time, concerned about who would be bothering me so late. Peeping through the hole, my heart skips a beat at the man on the other side as I open the door.

His dark hair is disheveled, and he’s dressed in a shirt and sweatpants, which is unlike his usual attire.

“What are you doing here? Do you know how late it is?”

He stomps in, running his hands through his hair, obviously distraught. “I fucked Madeline.”

A pang ricochets in my chest, but I ignore it and cross my arms as if to hide the pain. “Good for you?”

“I fucked her, and she told me she loved me.” His wild eyes turn on me as if it’s my fault.

“Okay? I’m confused why you think I would care?”

He laughs before stalking towards me. I back up till I hit a wall, unease settling in my stomach. His lips curl into a smile when he sees me moving away from him.

“Scared?”

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