“It’s time we settled this,” he growls, spitting on his dick before pushing the tip … into my ass.
What the hell?
I squeal when he thrusts inside.
“Fuck, Lock! Jesus!” I don’t think I’ve sworn this much since I came on this island.
“Relax. It’ll feel better if you do,” he says, pushing until he’s inside me completely.
“That hurts,” I growl back, bracing myself against the tree.
“No,” he says. “The way you looked at me when I told you the truth … that hurt. The way you hate me right now, that hurts. Me fucking your ass? That’s pleasure. And I’m giving it to you.”
He fucks me hard and fast, spitting on my ass every so often just to rub it in. I’m helpless to fight him because I’m weak … I’m weak whenever he touches me because my body just wants to give in.
“Take it deep,” he groans, pushing farther until his balls slap against my pussy. He brings his fingers down between my legs and plays with me again. “I know you want it.”
He fucks me hard against the tree, and I feel humiliated but in a good way. I almost want to beg him to fuck me harder, but that would go against every fiber of my being.
I’ve already committed the greatest sin.
What’s another one added?
It doesn’t matter anymore. All that matters right now is him fucking me, anywhere, everywhere, until every inch of my soul has turned into a puddle and I can barely breathe. Until I’ve lost my mind and completely forgotten what I was mad about.
That’s what he wants … and maybe I want it too.
“That’s it, let go,” he says, grinding on me, pushing me to my limits.
My face is smashed against the trunk, and I’m smelling all the good scents. I’m gasping for air as he circles my clit, applying pressure in all the right spots. When his fingers dive into my pussy, I’m at a loss for words and completely done for.
“I can’t,” I murmur, but my legs are quivering.
“Do it,” he growls. “Come.”
His deep, dark voice alone pulls me to the edge and makes me fall … so damn hard.
I come harder than ever, and I almost tumble over, kept upright only by his arms wrapped firmly around me.
He thrusts in once more, burying himself deep inside me, releasing all the pent-up rage … and cum. It jets out of him, filling me to the brim, and I’m actually moaning with delight.
When he pulls out, we’re both panting and completely out of air.
I turn around and stare at him as the realization of what we just did sinks in.
Again. I failed again.
Out of nowhere, he plants a kiss on my lips.
I’m flabbergasted. Confused.
I pull away, jerking myself free from his grip, immediately grabbing my banana leaves to strap them around my body again.
“Jules!”
Without looking back, I march away through the jungle, determined not to let him sway me again.
Even though that was probably the best sex I’ve had in years.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Accompanying Song: “Deep End” by Ruelle
Lock
Her rejection of my kiss creates knots in my stomach, but I ignore the pain and immediately follow her after putting my banana leaves back on properly.
“Hey! Don’t walk away from me,” I growl, marching behind her after I’ve quickly grasped my stuff.
She refuses to turn around, let alone even grant me a glance. She’s completely ignoring me, and it’s pissing me off.
Does what we have mean nothing to her?
Can she not forget the whole thing and love me as I love her?
I don’t want to lose her.
“I mean it,” I growl.
“Good for you,” she snaps back, still walking fuck knows where.
“Stop,” I say.
“No,” she replies. “You used me. Used my weakness against me.”
“So?” I shrug. I don’t see a problem with two people fucking each other if they like it.
“So? Is that all you have to say?”
“Yeah. I don’t regret it. Not even for a second,” I reply, smirking. In fact, I’m still reeling from the fact that I finally took her ass. And fuck … did it feel good. So tight.
Everything about the way we fucked was right.
“Well, I do!” she huffs, completely pulling me from my dirty thoughts.
I guess she doesn’t feel about it the way I do then.
“What is it with you?” I growl, losing my temper. “We just fucked, and now you’re running away from me again.”
“I already told you …”
“What?” I snap, standing still for a moment when she finally looks at me. But the gaze in her eyes is anything but loving.
“I need to go home.”
I grimace. “Am I not good enough? Why can’t this be your home?”
“Because you … you … you know damn well why!” she yells, stomping.
“No, you’re lying because you don’t want to face your feelings,” I say, walking right beside her now. “Admit it.”
I grab her arm to make her stop, but she jerks herself free and hisses, “Let go of me.”