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I want to slow down, fuck her slow, savor it… savor her.
I don’t allow myself that luxury. I fuck her hard. Tunneling in and out of her, hard and fierce. I ride her. I’m not being soft and sweet about it—not like the way she used to love to take my cock. I gave it to her like that before because I knew it made her happy and gave her the most pleasure.
That’s not now.
But damn her… she’s with me every step of the fucking way.
Every. Step.
She pushes back to meet my thrusts. She squeezes my cock so tight that, I swear to fuck, it’s never been better. Even now, I can feel her pussy trembling against my shaft. She’s getting ready to come. I know that when she does, it will take me with her. Hell, even now my balls are growing full with the anticipation.
“That’s it, Doe. Take my cock. You like that, don’t you, baby?” I ask, my voice sounding more like an animal as I lean down to purr in her ear.
“Yes,” she says, the word coming out more like a breath than anything else.
She bucks against me, one hand bracing her body on the table that keeps scooting with each lunge inside of her. Her other hand comes back to touch me. For a second, my body freezes as she searches and finally finds my leg, her nails digging into my skin even through my pants.
“Fuck me, Blue. Make me come,” she begs.
Her voice is soft as she makes her demands. I harden my heart. This isn’t about her. It isn’t about giving her pleasure.
This is flesh against flesh, slamming together, grunting, and not giving vows. This is about fucking her out of my head. It’s being able to finally exorcize her from my soul. This is about me. It doesn’t even matter if she comes.
Yet, despite thinking that, my hand moves around to find her clit.
“Come for me, Doe,” I groan, already feeling the quivering muscles of her sweet cunt. “Come for me,” I command again, twisting the slippery little button as I push back inside of her.
That’s all it takes. Then again, I knew it would. I’ve always known how to make her detonate in a hundred different ways. I knew her body better than I knew my own.
“Blue!” she cries as she climaxes. I close my eyes because for some reason that one word—my name—is painful.
I give myself over to my own climax, letting her sweet cunt pull me along with her. I feel that heat flush through me, the tingle of pleasure that begins to explode down my spine signaling my climax. Jet after jet of cum hurls into Meadow, so powerful that, for a minute, it feels like I could float away.
I come harder than I’ve ever come in my life. It’s so fucking hard that my balls ache. Afterwards, I stay like that—still deep inside of her, still pressed tight against her body, her hand gripping my thigh, her nails biting into me, and our breathing harsh and uneven.
“Blue,” she whimpers, the sound full of emotion.
Emotion I can’t handle. Emotion I don’t want to hear.
It’s then I realize I’ve made a mistake.
A huge one.
This didn’t get her out of my system. Fuck, it might have made everything worse.
I pull away, ignoring the regret I feel when my cock leaves her body. I situate myself, my shaft still covered in her juices. There’s even a pink tint of blood there. I wince when I see it, wondering just how rough I was. I push away the regret that threatens to bubble up.
I zip my pants quickly. I should probably have these laundered before returning them back to the rental company. Nothing like fucking cum stains.
Turning away from her, I see her panties lying on the floor and pick them up. They’re small, blue, cotton panties. Not something a woman with a child should wear. They remind me of the damn things she used to wear when we were kids. I stuff them into my pocket. I shouldn’t, but I do.
Because I’m an idiot.
When I face her again, she’s adjusting her dress looking down at the floor.
“Thanks,” I tell her, my voice cold. It’s a stupid thing to say—but then again, all of this was stupid.
“I… Blue—”
“See you around, Meadow,” I tell her, walking out. This time I close the door on her.
It was my turn.
Chapter 5
Meadow
Nothing like waking up with a hangover when you haven’t had anything to drink. That’s exactly what it feels like, however. As I sit up on the bed, my stomach rolls, wanting to revolt. I take a deep breath, trying to keep it down, my hand going to my stomach as if that will help. For a minute, I try to figure out what woke me up. When I hear the doorbell, I frown.
