Page 45 of Someday Away

“Just seeing if you’re okay,” I say. “You sounded sad.”

“I was sad, but just for a moment.”

I’m shocked when her fingers tentatively graze the front of my shirt.

“Why?” I ask, closing my eyes. Her touch makes my cock harden.

“Some asshole broke my heart,” she whispers. “The usual.”

I chuckle. When I open my eyes, I run my hands down her arms and toward her hips, pulling her closer. I’m positive she can feel my dick straining against my jeans. She moans quietly.

I’m starting to wonder if the virgin rumors were true. The way she’s responding to me, a stranger, violating her space makes me think she’s probably been having revenge sex since her breakup, or at least revenge foreplay.

“Do you normally come on to strange men in dark rooms?” I ask. “I could be hideous. Or worse, dangerous.” There’s a warning in my voice, as if part of me wants her to flee before I ruin her.

She shivers. Then her fingers slide under my T-shirt, her nails skimming over the ridges of my abs and hovering in the hair just above my waistband. I want to grab her and tear the clothes from her body. I want to wrap my hand around her pretty neck and squeeze. But I hold back.

“No,” she says. “I’ve never done this before. But I want to. With you. I need to. Now.”

Her words are clipped and needy. They do something to my insides. I feel like my heart cracks open. Blood rushes through my body, sending confusion and rage and uncontrollable lust burning through my veins.

“Sorry, that was forward of me,” she murmurs, sounding a little unsure when I don’t immediately respond.

All that escapes my mouth is an animalistic growl, and that’s all the confirmation she needs. Charlotte’s nails bite into my skin as she pulls herself against my cock. I moan and tug her shirt over her head with one motion, then toss it aside. My hands force their way under her bra, roughly cupping her breasts. I revel at the mewling sounds coming out of Charlotte Bennett’s mouth.

This isn’t right. I should be in control,I think as I feel that numbness sliding through fingers.

She unclasps her bra with one hand, and her breasts spring free. I take a pebbled nipple between my lips, sucking and biting. I stop a moment to tear my shirt over my head as her fingers claw at the button on my jeans. I kick them off and toss them on the bed.

I push her back and peel her pants off, leaving her in nothing but panties. I can’t see her face in the darkness, but as I drag my body over hers, I feel the rapid rise and fall of her chest.

Something in my brain tells me that this was supposed to be slow. It was supposed to feel like lovemaking. It was supposed to break her. But somehow, she’s breaking me.

My hand runs down her flat stomach and under her panties, brushing over her clit and sliding between the folds of her pussy. She’s wet. Holy fuck, she’s wet.

She bucks against my hand.

“Please,” she begs.

I hesitate, thinking she’s about to shut me down and come to her senses.

“Don’t stop,” she whimpers instead. “I need more.”

I fucking lose myself. I can’t think. I can’t even remember why I’m here. I just know I need to bury myself deep inside her. I don’t just want to fuck her. I want to claim her. Mark her as mine.

Her hands grab the back of my head, and I can’t stop it. Our lips crash together with bruising force. Her tongue is everywhere, and when she bites, I bite back harder. The metallic taste of blood spurs me on. She’s just as rough as I am, her nails raking the my neck.

My hand is still in her panties as I finger-fuck her. The scent of her arousal permeates the room, and it smells fucking delicious. Then her body tenses against mine as her orgasm builds, and I rub my thumb hard against her clit. She comes apart all over my hand, her legs quaking. She cries out loudly, and her release drips through my fingers, and it’s the hottest goddamn thing I’ve ever felt.

I hear the tear of fabric as I rip her panties off. I pull down my boxers, my cock springing free to press against her soaking-wet pussy. I close my eyes, savoring the skin-on-skin contact before I pause a moment to grab the condom from my jeans pocket. I rip it open with my teeth, then roll it on.

I lower myself back on top of her small frame. We’re both sweating, and our slippery bodies are pure, lust-driven heat.

I grab her throat with one hand and bring my mouth to the shell of her ear. “I’m going to fuck you now,” I say darkly. “And I’m not going to be gentle.” I wait for her to stiffen in fear—to tell me no.

But I feel her nod. “I want you,” she breathes back. “Please fuck me.” Her voice sounds small and innocent, but her hands grab my ass, pulling me closer, driving me crazy.

She’s fucking fearlessis my only thought before I drive my cock into her virgin pussy in one go.

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