Buttons & Hate (Buttons 2)

She melted underneath me, her lips trembling. She said my name again, this time with more passion than ever before. “Crow...” Her nails dug into my ass before her arms hooked around my neck. Her fingers dug into my hair, feeling the soft strands.

Our bodies caked with sweat and we moaned together. I kissed her when I could but sometimes it felt too good. I couldn’t concentrate on what I was doing and kiss her at the exact same time. My forehead pressed to hers and I looked into her eyes as I moved. I watched the fire dance in her irises. They were still blue, but searing hot. She got lost with me, conscious thought ending and emotions beginning.

She gripped my biceps, what she usually did just before she exploded. “I’m going to come for you...”

I could feel the slickness between her legs increase. There was so much of it. It dripped down to my balls and sank into her sheets, making them damp. My heart seared with unexpected pain and I felt my breath leave my lungs. “Tell me you’re mine.” She’d given her rejection countless times but I knew her answer would be different. I could feel it in my bones as well as my soul.

She tightened around me as the force hit her right in the chest. She convulsed and writhed, her pussy constricting my cock until it bruised. “Crow...” Her sharp nails dug into my skin. “I’m yours...only yours.”

Those were words I’d wanted to hear for months, and now that they entered my brain my body became weak and I gave into the all-consuming pleasure. My cock lit on fire as my cum traveled from my balls to my shaft. I released inside her with a powerful explosion, giving her as much cum as I possibly could. “Button.” I hooked my arm around her waist and held her tightly against me, finishing out the high that gave me the greatest satisfaction I’ve ever known. I felt like I came three times in a row, one after another. My muscles winced in soreness like I fucked her as hard as I could. Everything ached but felt so good at the same time.

I rolled off of her and lay on my back. My legs automatically kicked the sheets away because the place felt like a boiler room. My breathing slowly returned to normal and my body temperature declined.

My eyes felt heavy and I was ready for bed. Before I became too tired I sat up and moved to the edge of the bed.

She grabbed my arm and steadied me. With just a simple look she told me exactly what she wanted.

Without reluctance, I agreed. I moved back into the bed beside her and pulled her flush against my body. Her leg hooked around my waist and my semi-hard dick was pressed against her pussy. Face-to-face, I stared at her soft lips. They were relaxed with sleep. The red color was absent, probably smeared against my mouth and tongue. My hand cupped her face then drifted to her neck where I could feel her soft pulse.

She opened her eyes and looked at me, the exhaustion deep in her irises. The fire had been drenched and now she was at peace. Her hand moved to my chest and she rested her fingers against my beating heart.

My body took control and I pressed my lips against hers, giving her a kiss that was different than all the others. It was soft but aggressive. It was gentle but controlling. I pulled away and felt cold the second I wasn’t against her. “Mine.”

She rubbed her hand against my chest. “Yours.”

Chapter Three

Pearl

I loved the pain. I loved the bite of the leather, the snap of a whip, and the rough way his cock took me. His eyes darkened to coals and he fell into the underworld. The tender man I knew disappeared and was replaced by a far more sadistic version of himself.

I like that too.

But I really loved vanilla.

I loved the way he kissed me gently, his lips taking their time and making every caress have a purpose. He felt like my lips like he was trying to memorize them, to recall the sensation from memory when I wasn’t around.

His powerful thighs thrust into me slowly, every inch of his cock thicker and longer when he slowed everything down. My pussy was the slickest it’d ever been, and I fell into a different world as we moved together.

It was worth every button.

I didn’t feel guilty for asking him to do something he wasn’t comfortable with. He’d done some incredible things to me—and I had the scars to prove it. But once he gave it a chance he enjoyed it. I could tell by the amount of cum he deposited deep inside me. I couldn’t hold it all in.