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“Do it,” I whispered. My fingers dipped between my legs and I touched the tip of his cock, earning a hiss. “Just do it right now…”
He hesitated, toying with his cock and pushing it as far between my pussy lips as it would go. I gasped, and my heart pounded in my chest. Would he really do it?
He groaned and pushed deeper. I could feel his cock against my hymen and it made me wiggle my ass against his hips desperately.
“Please,” I begged. “Just do it now.”
His free hand caged me in as he wrapped it around my middle, pinching my nipple between his fingers. He tweaked it into a point and I swallowed hard, wanting so much more. But I didn’t say a word.
“You drive me fucking crazy,” he whispered in the shell of my ear. “Insane, Pet, really fucking insane. You make me want to hurt you so bad.”
“Please,” I choked out. “Please, hurt me.”
My pussy spasmed on top of his cock and he cursed out loud. I could feel his dick throbbing against me, and his arms were so tight around me I thought he would break me. I wanted him to.
Everything stood still as I waited for him to do it. Waited for him to break my pussy open around his cock and make me a woman. It felt like I was dying and it was beautiful.
“Just tell me what you want,” I managed to get out. “Anything, I’ll do anything for you… Whatever you want.”
He groaned, his fingers finding my throat and squeezing it shut. “Why? Why the fuck would you do that, stupid little girl?”
“Because…” I swallowed hard, my heart racing. What the hell was I supposed to tell him? “Because I’m addicted to you already… Because I want you, and I need you, and I’m falling for you…”
He pulled away from me with a groan and my heart nearly exploded. Stupid stupid stupid, so fucking stupid.
“Let me call you a cab,” he said, getting up from the bed and picking up his cellphone from the nightstand.
I allowed myself one second of curling up into a little ball, alone with my fears and the sadness he’d invoked when he’d disregarded my words. I knew it was moronic. This was a man I’d known for less than a day. But how else could I explain what happened to me when he was around, when he so much as looked at me?
I picked myself up, carried all the broken pieces to the other end of the room, as far away from him as possible, and hoped he got a good look at my body before he kicked me out.
“Can you give me some clothes?” I asked in a harsh voice, and he nodded.
He opened a closet, filled with expensive suits and carefully pressed shirts, and pulled out a striped blue and white shirt. He passed it over to me and when my hand brushed his, I felt sparks flying. I took it from him and slipped it on, buttoning it up over my nakedness. It was way too big, covering my ass.
I walked over to where he’d discarded his clothes last night and stole his belt, putting it around my waist to make the shirt look like a dress.
“Ready,” I told him with a big, bright smile. Fake as fuck.
He stared at me as he called a cab and my heart broke all over again because I was sure I’d never see him again. He ended the call and ushered me out of his bedroom and into the living room.
I put my heels on in there, feeling so ridiculous in my getup, it made me giggle out loud. He didn’t acknowledge it and I stood there like an idiot, unsure if he’d walk me downstairs or what. It was awkward as fuck. I walked to the front door and he followed behind me.
“I’ll be going then,” I told him, and he nodded, running a hand through his hair. There were a few gray ones at his temples. He looked so hot. “Well, bye.”
“Goodbye, Pet,” he said, and opened the front door for me.
I was so angry I could’ve just burst into flames on the spot.
I stormed out of his apartment and looked over my shoulder in time to see him closing the door. That pissed me off even more and I ran back, jamming my body between the door and the frame and glaring at him.
“Seriously?” I asked him. “Fucking seriously?”
“Seriously what?” he asked, his face blank. He was so fucking painfully handsome.
“You won’t even ask for my damn number?”
“Why?” He looked confused. I wanted to cry.
“You don’t even know my name,” I spat out.
“Your name isn’t important for what I want,” he said simply.
That was when I slapped his face.
Or tried to.
He grabbed my wrist and I yelped with pain as he pried it away.
