“Don’t forget who’s fucking you, baby.” I punctuate my words with a hard thrust and twist of my hips. “This cunt belongs to Ethan Kane now.”
The spark of anger in her eyes has the opposite effect of a cold shower. It makes me want to mark my territory with my cumright this instant.
I reposition so I can reach under her, making sure her pussy rubs against my hand with every thrust.
“Don’t fight it, Barbara,” I tell her as my skin slaps against hers. “Let me see how good I make you feel.”
“You… don’t…” she grinds out, the words slurred.
“No? Then why is your pussy trying to squeeze the cum right out of me? It wants me to breed it, baby.”
“I—Ethan,” she moans, my name sounding even sweeter marked by surrender.
“Yes, baby,” I praise. “Say my name. Let everyone walking past the coatroom know who owns this sweet pussy.”
With one last desperate moan that sounds like complete surrender, Barbara comes on my cock, squeezing it so tight I see stars.
I suck in air. “Fuck. Barbara. Fuck!”
My ragged shout echoes in the dark as I flood Barbara’s womb with my release, her tunnel clenching and releasing repeatedly as her orgasm travels through her in waves. Her body twitches against mine, evidence of the pleasure I brought her. A pleasure she can never deny. Barbara is mine.
I fall over her back, bracing myself on my hands so I don’t crush her, then press my lips against her sweat-soaked neck, revealed by her updo.
“I love you,” I whisper, a truth I’ve known for months, one I can’t hold in anymore.
She freezes completely, even stops breathing.
Fuck.Me and my big mouth.
“Let me up.”
“Barbara—”
“N—no. We shouldn’t have done this. You’re insane.”
Her voice is somehow both shaky and icy. As I pull out of her, a flood of our mingled release trickles out of her pussy, making my cock twitch with interest despite my brain firing off alarms.
“I…”
I watch as she straightens her dress and squares her shoulders. Her chin goes up, that infuriating prideful stance I’m used to seeing on her. Her walls are back up. But her eyes are damp.
I reach for her, unsure if it’s for my benefit or hers. “Barbara…”
She pushes past me without a word, leaving me in the coatroom with my softening dick still out, staining my pants with our cum.
How did things go wrong so fast?
11
BARBARA
Ireject Seb’s call for the tenth time this morning, dropping my phone on the coffee table before jumping off the couch and pacing my tiny apartment.
How could I have done this? How could I have sex with Ethan, annoying, frustrating Ethan, when I had a chance with a guy like Seb? Sure, he hadn’t shown me his face yet. But we were going to have dinner tonight, and I doubt he’d show up at the restaurant that got featured in newspapers wearing his hacker mask.
“You’re such a slut,” I hiss at myself, slotting my fingers through my uncombed hair and pulling until the burn centers me, or punishes me, I’m not sure anymore. I deserve to be punished, that’s for fucking sure.
Suddenly out of steam, I slump down on my ratty couch, letting my head droop. “You ruin everything, Barbara,” I whisper.
