It’s just sex, I try to convince myself. This is about power, not love. I don’t fucking care about her that much.
But my heart seems keen on showing me a different side to our connection. What started as a mere tactic of manipulation turns into a desperate series of thrusts that remind me of how well we fit together. I think about all the times I’ve taken her, especially the private study room in the library where we fucked each other to pieces. We were fighting then. But right now? We seem to be moving into the realm of affectionate fucking.
“This means nothing to me,” I whisper into her ear. Though I’m not entirely sure I believe the words falling from my lips. “You’re just a toy. You’ll never be anything else. Do you understand, Alex?”
She gasps when I grab her ass and angle her pussy upward, exposing more of her channel for me to fuck. Taking her is easy.
Giving her access to me is what hurts the most.
“You’ll never be…anything…more…” I groan while losing myself to the flow of her body, her warmth infecting me like a drug. “Fuck…”
“Soren, I’m close.”
Those words send me falling right over the edge. I dig my nails into her hips, stealing every last breath from her lips with heated kisses that charge me to my inevitable eruption. As she blossoms, I come inside her, eager to fill her up with every last drop of my load. It’s not until I’m shaking from oversensitivity that I pull out, eagerly sliding my fingers over her soaked pussy to feel how my fluid mixes with hers.
When she raises my fingers to her lips to lick, I don’t watch, knowing she’s just trying to suck me right back in. Because that’s what she does.
And I can’t let it get to me again.