Page 79 of The Wickedness of Man

Another man’s touch and taste excited me… but it left me hungry… for Caleb. The eagerness in me wasn’t for the fact that Imight finally be able to have sex with Danny… It was because the only thing I wanted to do now was run back upstairs, drag Caleb into the spare bedroom, and let him take me any way he wanted, as long as he wanted it.

“Fuck,” I whispered, when Danny finally let me breathe again. “I can’t already feel this way… fuck… I can’t?—”

“It’s okay, baby, I feel it too,” he said, kissing me all over, leaving me shivering. “Please—I messed up, okay? I really… really…” He moaned as he pulled my head back by my hair, exposing my throat to his wet trail of kisses.

Maybe…I closed my eyes, tried to succumb to the pleasure; maybe this would be good for me? Moving to another country with Danny and getting a fresh start could be exactly what I needed—it would get me far away from my parents—the Church—the organization.

Sure, Danny hadseriouslymessed up, but he’d been in love with me before, so even if my aura drew him now, I already knew he’d wanted me before my demonic nature took over. I tried to picture it as he kissed me and groped me, and then I tried to shove the thoughts of Caleb out my head and just enjoy the feeling of his desire for me.

“Danny,” I whispered.

He stopped kissing me only long enough to say, “Yeah, baby?”

“Ask me to go with you.Properlyask.”

Danny stared up at me in confusion. “Go with me? Where?”

I forced a smile. “Your new job? A new country?—?”

“Oh, of course, sorry, I just assumed you would… Mags, come with me.”

While it certainly wasn’t the most romantic offer I’d ever received—Caleb’s request to let him take away my pain came first to mind—I pretended to think it over. As I was about to answer, thinking we were still engaging in playful exchanges,Danny pressed me back onto the table without warning and spread my legs, then pulled my panties over to the side with a hooked finger.

I hadn’t even realized he’d unzipped his jeans and pulled out his dick, but before I could so much as open my mouth to say another word, he’d lined himself up with my pussy, his erection straining—probably as hard as I’d ever seen him—and then grabbed my upper thighs, each of his hands on the sides of my hips, and thrust inside like he was afraid I would tell him to stop if he slowed down for even a moment.

I gasped as he entered me, reaching up behind myself and grabbing the table for support. There was no warning, no gentle motion, no thought or care for me. If I hadn’t already been so turned on by Caleb earlier, it would have likely hurt a lot more. As it was, although the sex itself felt good, it wasn’t… great. He fucked me hard, his hands holding me in place at the edge of the table. Each punishing stroke brought a guttural groan low in his throat, and Danny bent down, guiding my left nipple into his mouth with his tongue. He suckled, then grabbed my other breast with his left hand, and with his right, wrapped his arm under my back so that he could thrust as deep as possible within me with each forceful push of his hips.

The sensation of being with Danny like this—a scenario I’d often dreamt of—was drowned out by the sensation of being out of sync with him. With Caleb, the feeling of our bodies together was harmonious—a blissful give and take. But Danny’s movements almost felt like…

Like I’m not even here.

The thought struck me. I tried to pull Danny’s head from my breasts to meet his eye, so I could kiss him again; perhaps it would make me feel the connection better? But Danny drove himself into me roughly like an animalistic urge had taken over his brain entirely; he acted as if he couldn’t even see me, but eachpump of him into me elicited a soft shudder as my body shook. He’d never been so rough with me before.

At first, it was exciting, but as he shoved himself into me with quick, hard, purposeful motions, I couldn’t help feeling that it wasn’t so much something he was doingwithme as it was something being donetome. I could have been laying there like a limp noodle, and it wouldn’t have mattered one bit to him. He suddenly clamped down on my nipple harder, biting savagely into the tender skin.

“Danny, don’t,” I called out softly as I felt his orgasm about to burst. “Wait a second, you’re not wearing a cond?—”

He squeezed my breast until I felt an orgasm approaching, and before I could even realize what had happened, Danny moaned as he came, and the delicious feeling of his cum flowing into me was both welcoming but also strangely… not enough. A hollow sense, distantly, began to gnaw at me. I wanted more. I wasn’t nearly done.

I wanted…

Caleb.

His name almost slipped out of my mouth before I caught myself.

Danny panted as he lifted himself off me with trembling limbs. He grinned at me and kissed me before sliding himself out, pulling his pants up, and taking a seat on the chair beside the table I was still lying spread eagle on. I slid forward and snatched my clothes up quickly, irrevocably aware that we were only about a dozen feet from a plate-glass window overlooking the street. The overhead lights were off, so hopefully, no one passing by had seen what was going on, or else we might have some serious apologizing to do to Katie when the health inspector showed up after receiving an anonymous complaint about two people fucking in her dining room.

I pulled my clothes back on while Danny watched me, breathing heavily, a huge, lopsided grin on his sweaty face.

“That was… Mags, that was incredible.” He got up and came over to hug me, planting a kiss on my temple.

I hugged him back, unsure what was causing the unsettled feeling within me. Hadn’t this been what I’d wanted? To be able to be with Danny without the fear of well, everything? I’d dreamed of this moment. I could feel his cum inside of me, but it was nothing compared to…

No, no, you can’t, I reminded myself.Stop thinking about him. You don’t even know who he is. What about Danny? Haven’t you been looking forward to this moment forever?

I frowned. Then why did it feel like it had been meaningless? Spoiled, or… wasted, even?

“Danny, we need to talk about this,” I said, putting distance between us. “I mean, we just?—”

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