Breaking You (Blackthorn Elite 2)

“I always thought…” I start but stop. No point in telling her something that she never cared about to start with. Spreading both thighs, I take my cock and rub it against her folds, gathering the juices that are there. It’s time for revenge, it’s time for me to fuck her memory from my mind. Her juices glisten against my blunt head, and I bring it back to her entrance pressing against the hole.

She lets out a small whimper as I drive my hips forward, seeking the confines of her tight and warm pussy. Pure bliss encompasses me. I’ve fucked a lot of women, but none have ever felt like this. Like… home.

Harper struggles beneath me, her entire body shaking. Leaning forward, I cage her face with my arms so I can stare into her eyes. Tears slip down her cheeks, and all I can do is stare at them. There is something there, in her eyes, but I can’t bring myself to reach out and grab it. I’m too far gone to care, too high on anger, and revenge.

Pulling out, I slam back into her, hissing at the pleasure that ripples through me.

I knew it would be good, real good, but I didn’t expect it to feel like heaven.

“Fuck,” I growl, burying my face in her neck. She smells like vanilla and flowers, a smell that’s intoxicating. Harper sinks her nails into my skin, marking me, and I welcome the pain as I thrust in and out of her at a feverish pace. Soft whimpers fill the room as I rut into her, claiming her over and over again just like I should’ve three years ago before she gave herself to some other bastard.

The pleasure at the base of my spine builds with every deep thrust inside her tight channel, and I know I should be selfish, come without caring about if she gets pleasure from this or not, but I can’t. I want to feel Harper come on my cock too badly. I want her to feel what she has been missing, what she could have had a long time ago.

Balancing my weight on one arm, I snake a hand between us and find her clit. It’s hard, and as soon as I start rubbing small circles against it, Harper’s whimpers turn into soft moans.

“I shouldn’t let you come, you don’t deserve it,” I whisper against her skin as I press a gentle kiss to her collarbone. “But I won’t deny you, because as selfish as I am, I still want you to feel the same way I’m feeling right now.”

Fucking her harder and faster, I move my finger against her clit at the same pace until we’re both panting and on the verge of unyielding satisfaction.

“You feel too good… I’m going to come…” I grunt, slamming into her. Pulling away so I can see her face, I notice that she too is close. Her eyes are pinched together, and her lips are parted. I grit my teeth and rub her faster, watching with amazement as her eyes flutter open and her mouth forms into a full O. All at once, she bears down on me, squeezing me so tightly, stars appear before my eyes.

At the cusp of her orgasm, mine barrels into me, dragging me down. Forcing me to still, I fill her tightness with every drop of cum inside of my balls until I feel nothing but emptiness.

Sagging against her chest with relief when it’s all over, my heart beats furiously. I swallow thickly, trying to figure out what my next move is going to be.

The need to hold her and cuddle up with her in my bed is almost too much. But I can’t get attached to her, can’t want her any more than I do.

She broke me once, ruined our precious future. This is entirely her fault, and I need to remember that before the guilt sets in.

Pushing off of her, I notice that she winces as I pull out. Maybe she hasn’t been with a guy as big as me? I don’t know. I don’t really care.

“You’re free to leave now until I need your pussy again.” I shoo her away.

She blinks. Confusion, then burning anger filling her eyes. “If this is how you are going to act, then there won’t be a next time.” In a flash, she’s off the bed, tugging all her clothes back on.

“We’ll see about that,” I grin, lying back on the mattress, I interlace my fingers and tuck them behind my head.

Her pretty eyes glisten with tears, and seeing her so distraught, so hurt, tugs at me.

“I hate you, Warren. I really, really do. I thought if I did this, I could understand you better, but as it turns out, there isn’t anything worth understanding. There isn’t a bone in your body that still cares about me…”