Page 15 of Irredeemable

I tilt my chin. “No, you just seem a little crazy right now.”

“Yeah, because you make me crazy.” He taunts back, pressing his palms on the wall near my head and caging me in. “You drive me fucking insane. I fucked Madeline, and all I could think about was you.”

My chest swells with gratification, and his eyes narrow.

“You proud of that, Birdie?”

Uncrossing my arms, I push at his chest, but he doesn’t move. “Don’t ever call me that.”

Tanner’s grin takes a sinister turn. “Do you think your father called you that because he knew the type of woman you would grow up to be? Avulturewho picks at the scraps of men with other women.”

My heart squeezes, the cruelness of his words making my body tremble. I hit his chest again, my curled fists banging into the hard muscle. “GET OUT! Get the fuck out of my apartment.”

He catches my wrists, slamming them into the wall above my head. “Can’t handle the truth? You knew how much I fucking want you. You knew and strung me along for years, not showing any interest until I got with Madeline. And I don’t even think it’s because of the fact I had a girlfriend but who she was. Madeline is everything you will never be.”

I spit at him and then give him a saccharine smile. “And yet, when you were buried inside her virginal cunt, who were you thinking about? Hmm.”

He presses into me. His hard body lined against me, his thick erection burning against my stomach.

Tanner leans forward. “Clean it up,” He grits out between clenched teeth and turns the spit-covered cheek towards me.

We stay like that, locked into a battle of wills. But the hard resolution set in his eyes has me running my tongue along his face, licking up my spit. His cock twitches, and he grinds his hips into me. I try raising my knee and swinging it at him, but he transfers my wrists to one hand and catches my leg.

Hitching it around his hips, he presses me harder into the wall as his hand drifts from the back of my knee till he finds my bare pussy under the large t-shirt I had on. His fingers caress down my slick folds, teasing my entrance.

“Why are you so wet? Hmm?” He whispers against my lips. I turn away from him as he nips at my jaw. “Get all hot and bothered hearing about how I thought about you while fucking another?”

I laugh. “Did you ever stop and think that maybe you’re the problem? You’re so obsessed with me that you can’t get off unless you make it about me. Like some kind of psycho stalker with a fake relationship with his victim.”

“Fuck you,” he snarls, his hand pulling away sharply as I feel him fumble with his pants. His cock thrusts into me the next second, and I lose my breath at the intrusion. He makes a few short strokes, stretching me till he is buried to the hilt. He grabs the back of my knee, pulling my leg up further to rest his pelvis tighter against mine. “Does that feel fucking fake to you?”

My watery eyes stare at the unmasked pleasure on his face, my pussy throbbing as the pain starts to ease from the pause of movement. I could feel every inch of him inside me. My chest heaves, my hard nipples visible through the t-shirt. His eyes drop to them, and he sucks on one through the material. I wiggle my hips, clenching around him as his teeth clamp down and drag down the nipple, pulling on it.

“A little pain never did hurt you, did it? One would even say you would like to be punished,” Tanner taunts.

“Just shut up and fuck me,” I grit out, turning my face away from him.

Tanner lets go of my wrists to cup my ass and lift me from the floor. I wrap my legs around his hips as he starts pounding me into the wall. Each drag of his thick cock is pure bliss, an inferno burning me from the inside.

“Do I feel better?” I rasp, my fingers digging into his shoulders.

His eyes snap to mine, narrowing. “Yes.”

I lick my lips, trying to move my hips to put pressure on my swollen clit as he continues to thrust into me. “Harder.”

He grunts, his head falling forward to pant into my neck. “Fuck.”

Then he pushes away from the wall, walking a few steps further into the living room. He drops me on my feet and bends me over the arm of the couch. Tanner presses my face into the couch as he thrusts back into me, his other hand digging into my waist.

This felt different, felt more than any other time I fucked different men, and I don’t think it was because he wasn’t wearing a condom or the frenzied anger pulsing around us. But now that I’ve felt him bare inside me, I’m not sure I can go back.

He ruts into me, his long, thick cock making me grimace each time he fills me completely with it. I can’t stop the moans coming from my mouth as he fucks me into oblivion.

Tanner’s pumps quicken, his hip moving in a jerky succession. With one slight adjustment of his hands pushing me further into the couch cushions, the tip of his dick drags across the perfect spot, and I scream as I come. He follows me over, his cum pouring into me and marking me.

An emotion I can’t explain swirls in my chest, making my skin feel sticky. His touch scorches me as he pulls me back to my feet. I push away from him immediately and pad to my kitchen, crumpling a bunch of paper towels to clean the mess leaking out of me. It is strangely euphoric, and a sense of longing pinches in my stomach that I want to feel it again. I never wanted sex again right after the act was done.

“You didn’t even ask if I was clean or on birth control?” I say accusingly as I finish cleaning myself up. He walks over slowly and does the same, his eyes never averting from me as he tucks himself away.

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