Page 132 of I’m The Worst

“You’re going to take me so fucking well.”

I push my tongue in, forcing her open, licking and sucking while she writhes beneath me. Her moans grow louder, her body already desperate for more. I pull back, spitting on my fingers and sliding two into her ass, stretching her. She cries out, her body rocking against my hand.

“You’re so fucking tight, AJ.”

Slicking my cock with her cum, I press the head against her asshole. Slowly pushing in, her tightness clenches around me, trying to resist.

“Relax for me, solnyshko. Let me in.”

She breathes deeply, and I sink deeper, inch by inch. I reach in front, sliding my hand over her mound and push my fingers inside her stretched cunt.

“Oh my fuck.” Her voice shakes.

I start moving, my hips thrusting into her ass while I work my fist inside her pussy again, slow and steady at first.

“Fuck, Wolff, I can’t— Oh god⁠—”

“You can,” I grunt, my fist pumping deeper. “Christ, AJ. My cock can feel my hand moving inside you.” I fuck her harder, the sensation of her thin barrier between my cock and hand, stretching and pulsing, driving me fucking insane.

“Tell me how it feels.”

“I’m so full… Fuck…” she tries to say through gasps and moans.

Every thrust, I slide my cock almost fully out of her ass before slamming back in, my fist matching the rhythm. Her holes suck me deeper with every stroke.

“You’re taking both so well,” I grunt, my pleasure climbing fast.

She comes again, screaming into the mattress, her entire body convulsing as I fuck her through it. Her pussy clenches violently around my fist, her ass tightening around my cock. I thrust harder, faster, chasing my own release until it rips through me.

I bury myself deep in her ass and come with a deep groan, flooding her with thick, hot spurts. Keeping my fist buried inside her cunt through every pulse, I feel my cock throb against my hand through the thin wall separating her holes.

Fucking hell. She’s absolutely perfect.

When I finally pull out, I watch my cum leak from her gaping asshole, dripping down her thighs. The sight makes me want to fuck her all over again.

I collapse over her back, breathing ragged, forehead pressed between her shoulder blades. Her small body lies limp beneath me. I shift my weight so I don’t crush her, one hand brushing damp strands of hair away from her face before I can stop myself.

“You’re beautiful like this.”

She turns her head slightly, pressing her cheek into my palm without hesitation, like my touch is something safe to lean into.

My chest tightens immediately.

“I could stay like this forever,” she whispers sleepily.

Forever.

The word hits me like a fucking gunshot.

Forever doesn’t exist for people like me. People like me ruin things. Destroy them. Bury them.

My hand stills against her face while something cold settles back into place inside my chest. And suddenly, all I can think about is how this ends.

Swallowing past a lump in my throat, I bury my face briefly against the back of her neck, breathing her in one last time. She melts softer beneath me, completely unaware of my inner turmoil.

Her warm body presses against my chest, breathing slow and even while the storm tears apart the ocean outside. Rain lashes against the porthole hard enough to rattle the glass, the ship groaning with every violent wave, but she barely stirs. Just curls closer beneath the blankets, one hand resting lightly against my stomach, fingers twitching occasionally in her sleep.

I should move.