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“I know, baby.” He nods, pushing his thumb into my mouth. He rips off my panties tossing the black lace aside. I take his head between my hands and kiss him while his palm runs over the edges of my ribcage.
I have tears in my eyes because we aren’t fucking like we used to. We are making sweet love.
I want the son of a bitch part of him to come out. To fuck me hard. To hurt me. To make me feel something again.
“I want you one last time. Please let me have you?” he asks.
“Yes,” I tell him, blowing out a breath.
I shift my hips, hiking my leg up and opening myself for him. I shudder as his cock nudges my entrance, pushing in.
A bolt of pleasure ripples through my body.
His expression quickly changes, and the hurt and anger in his eyes become apparent. I want to exploit this. To make it easier to try and forget him. I want him to fuck his love right out of me. It hurts loving him.
He trembles when I move my hands over his muscular back. As I softly stroke the scar on his face, he blinks a couple times, fighting against his threatening tears.
Remembering the moment it all came tumbling down on us, I say, “Do it.”
He knows what I want, but he shakes his head, averting my stare. “No.” His brooding dark eyes dry my mouth.
“You said you wanted me. Why can’t you give this to me?”
He searches my face for something I’m afraid to give him again.
“Do it. Fuck me hard,” I taunt.
“Yes, no, fuck!” He shakes his head vigorously. “Of course I want to fuck you. I’ve always wanted you. But not like this. Not the way you’re looking at me right now.” He levels me with a glare. “I’m still fucking drunk. I don’t know what I will do to you.”
I brush his hair behind his ear as he stares into my eyes. His gaze drops and I moan when he grows harder inside of me than he already is.
I know how he likes to be in control. To hold my hands locked above my head when he takes me from the side, from behind. The muscles in his arms flex, and he crushes me with his weight. His dick twitches inside of me, and I whimper.
“I ...” he begins, swallowing hard as his eyes roam over my face.
“Do it.” I want to have him one last time to convince myself we are over.
He reaches out, softly stroking my cheek, and I shiver from his touch. It brings back every good memory we once shared. I close my eyes so he won’t see the pain.
“Look at me,” he orders, his voice deep. “Yes, I want to have you. I’ve always wanted you. There hasn’t been anyone else in my heart except you.” He kisses me and pulls out.
He reaches under his pillow and grabs a condom wrapper before ripping it open with his teeth and rolling it over his erection. “What about all the others?” I snap, eying the condom. And I’m right back to being a bitch again.
He looks straight at me and says, “I thought they could fill something. Hell, I thought they could make me feel something.”
“And did they?” My voice trembles.
He traces the line of my collarbone with his lips. “No, because they weren’t you.” His fingers dance over my ribcage. “I love your tattoos. Have I told you that before?” His voice is muffled against the ink under my left breast, his stubble tickling my skin.
“Oh fuck,” I call out, my stomach tensing. Something burns inside of me. God, he is beautiful. Fucked up, but still beautiful.
I push myself into him, pressing our stomachs together, craving the connection between us.
A hiss escapes his lips; fury blazes in his eyes. I reach up, brushing his hair back.
“I can’t make myself stop, though this breaks me. I need to let you go,” he says quietly, pushing himself down on me.
“Rone,” I say in a broken whisper, “then don’t.” I pull him toward me, hooking my ankles above his ass. The hard head of his cock skims my opening, and I groan.
