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Over and over until her hips were gyrating against mine in a movement that had every muscle in my body coiling tight.

“What are you doing?”

“I don’t know,” she admitted, rocking her body against mine.

She was so wet; I could feel myself slipping deeper inside her with every rock of her hips.

“Aoife .”

“Hmm.”

“Aoife.”

“Hmm?”

“I’m going to come,” I croaked out, hands squeezing her hips in warning as my balls tightened in anticipation. “Aoife , you need to stop or I’m going to come in you, and I don’t think you want this right now—”

Covering my mouth with her hand, she leaned back, arching her spine as she rocked and moaned above me, hips bucking, wild and reckless now as she chased that familiar wave of heat, the same one I was desperately trying to stall.

“I’m going to come,” she cried out, pussy tightening around the shaft of my dick to the point of pain, as she grabbed my hands and pressed them against her tits. “Joe, I’m coming, I’m—”

“Fuck!” I hissed, losing all control as the wave of heat threatening to consume me spilled over.

My calves burned, my thigh muscles locked tight, and I grabbed her hips and dragged her down on me, as my hips bucked restlessly.

I could feel her coming on my dick, clenching and tightening and sucking me in deeper, and the sensation was too much to handle.

Releasing a guttural groan, my hips jerked and twitched as I found my release, coming deep inside of her.

“God,” she said, and then her entire expression caved. “Oh god.”

Face distorting in pain, she roughly pushed her hair over her shoulder and scrambled off my lap. I knew I’d made a mistake because she slid as far away from me as her bed permitted and choked out a sob.

“What the fuck is wrong with me?”

“Nothing.” Breathing hard and labored, I turned to look at her, but she had her back to me. “There’s nothing wrong with you, Molloy. It’s okay.”

“Your father tried to fuck me!” she cried, grabbing a pillow and clutching it to her chest. “And then I let you fuck me.”

Mind-fucked from her mood swings and conflicted with more emotions than I knew how to handle, I sat straight up, and reached a hand over to rub her shoulder.

“No,” she strangled out, shaking my hand off. “I need space.”

Here we go again.

Shaking my head, I hooked my arms around my knees and just stared at her back. “Are you serious?”

I watched as she nodded slowly. “I need to be alone right now.”

“Two minutes ago, you said you needed my dick inside you,” I snapped, running a hand through my hair in frustration. “You tell me to go, and then you ask me to stay. You say you want me and then you don’t. I try to leave and you stop me. You want to fuck me, and then you don’t, and then you do again, until we do and then, when it’s done, you decide that you don’t. Jesus Christ. Make your goddamn mind up, Molloy, because I can’t keep up.”

“I’m sorry, okay?” she strangled out. “I guess I just don’t cope as well with trauma as you do. I’m sorry that I’m not a robot without a heart and possess an actual functioning set of feelings. Not everyone is as fucking perfect at turning off their emotions as you are.”

“Does it sound like my emotions are turned off?” I demanded, tone thick with the very thing she accused me of not possessing. “Because from where I’m standing, I’m being pretty fucking transparent with my emotions here, Molloy. You’re the one blowing hot and cold like a goddamn tap.”

“And now you’re shouting at me.”

“I’m not fucking shouting at you,” I shouted. “I’m trying to be here for you!”

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