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I suck in a breath. If he stops like Marius did, I’m going tomurderhim.I’ve had enough of those controlling dicks denying me pleasure as a way to show their power, dammit!
A smirk curves his lips. “Don’t worry, I’ll make you come tonight,” he promises, like he’s read my mind. “Many times. And I’m going to fuck you, Sarah. I’m going to drive my cock inside you and fill you with my cum.”
Oh.Good. Very good.
“But I’ll be nice to you. We’re friends. I’m going to be very good to you.”
That…shouldn’t sound bad? But it is. We both know it is.I don’t want nice. I crave—
Marius.
And I fucking hate him for it.
“The thing is, I don’t think you like to be treated well, do you, Sarah?”
He’s right. I don’t harbor any desire forgood,or nice, or anything half as healthy.
The hand groping my breast moves to my hair, gently tugging it back, until I’m looking right up at the ceiling. “You wish I was pulling it hard, don’t you? You want me to hurt you.”
And he won’t.
Rhys is showing me that normal sex, good sex, as vanilla as it can get before dipping into kink, isn’t for me.
Marius would pull. He would bite. He would fuckingdestroyme.
Rhys doesn’t hate—or even like—me nearly enough to put any amount of feeling into this, rage, least of all. I don’t doubt he’s fully capable of hate-fucking his wife, but I’m just a friend. I get the watered-down version.
And it’s already highly generous on his part; let’s face it, he’s doing this solely for my benefit. He might be hard, but he’s a guy with his hands on a half-naked chick. That doesn’t mean he would do this for any reason other than helping me.
Gosh, I’m so pathetic I’m getting pity sex.
“We don’t have to do this,” I say while dying for more.
“Trust me,” Rhys grunts, grinding his crotch up at my core. “We do.”
49
SARAH
Rhys is only wearing his slightly damp boxers; with a sweep of his hand, they’re down, revealing a hard cock with four silver beads on the tip. My jaw falls as I look at it, hard and straight between us.
“Oh, woah…How does that thing work?”
“In a cunt as drenched as yours?” he says, letting go of my hair to adjust his length, so it points at my entrance. “Smoothly.”
I note the texture difference between the hot hardness of his flesh and the cool metal that teases my clit, then presses my pussy walls.
“Are you clean, Sarah?”
I nod, throat closing up. “I just got tested. I’m on the shot, too.”
I want it inside me bare, and I want it now. I refuse to cover those pretty little jewels in a layer. I need to feel them.
Without further prompting, Rhys lifts his hips, driving it in slow. I want to help, to do something, but I can’t seem to move, too lost in the mind-blowingly amazing sensation.
“Oh!”
The last time I had a cock inside me was what, four and a half months ago? Brandon fucked me right before Christmas, and then I was offered a place here. I left without saying goodbye to anyone in order to avoid a confrontation with him. But I’m not overwhelmed because of the extent of my abstinence. At no point before today was I filled so completely, by a cock so large, so hard—and those fucking piercings!
