Page 73 of Crazy Thing

“Of course I’m sure.” I hawk, pulling him closer to me with my legs. “It’s not a big deal. It’sjustsex.”

I feel a part of my soul tear as I make the false statement so nonchalantly.

“Justsex?!” Darius echoes, his voice disbelieving.

“Well, yeah. That’s what you want from me, isn’t it?” I hold steady to my cool girl facade. A facade that isfarfrom authentic to the way I really feel.

I want to be loved. I want it so deeply. For once in my life, I want to be accepted and seen and loved. But at the same time, I’m terrified to put those things out into the universe. Because I don’t think I could survive being rejected and disappointed again.

Darius frowns at me, his nostrils flaring with indignation. “This is more than just sex, Ziggy. It’s something…different. I don’t quite know what it is. Yet. But I know it’s more than just sex.”

“Something like what?” I dare to whisper.

He’s silent for a while. Then he shakes his head. “Maybe it’s infatuation. Maybe it’s some weird obsession. Maybe I’m losing my damn mind. But I know without a shadow of a doubt that this is more than just sex.”

I swallow against the tennis ball of emotion that finds its way into my throat.

And Darius kisses me. And he guides his crown to the entrance of my womanly gates.

And slowly, he pushes inside.

And we’re connected. Our bodies melded together.

He’s filling me. He’s stretching me. He’s inside me.

My walls ache, struggling to accommodate his thickness.

“Oh my god…” I blubber as he eases, inch by inch, through my tunnel.

“You okay?” he asks me, his eyes lust-drunk and heavy-lidded as he takes measured breaths. He’s struggling to hold back. I can tell.

When I see the way he’s looking at me, I become feral with the need to please him. Something inside of me expands. To the point that it’s almost painful. It’s as if my body is desperate to do whatever it takes to make room for him.

“I amsookay, Darius.” My fingers clasp around the back of his neck. My inner walls convulse. “I’m excellent. I’m okay. I haven’t been this okay in a long time.”

I’m rambling.

He kisses the bridge of my nose, chuckling breathlessly. “I’ll make you feel better than okay, Fairy Girl. Hang on tight."

Darius flexes his hips inside me, his pelvis crushing mine and sending sparks of static into my clit.

I squirm beneath him, my chest rising and falling quickly.

He’s fucking me slowly now, sinking deep before withdrawing before penetrating me again. But something in the restrained way his body is moving tells me he won’t be able to control himself much longer.

I don’t want him to.

My hands move to his ass, silently begging him for more. Deeper. Harder. Faster. I want all of it.

“More,” I demand quietly. “Give me more.”

“Fuck, yes,” he mutters. His hand slides up the back of my thigh, guiding me to hook my leg over his shoulder.

In this new position, Darius picks up the tempo. Gradually. Smoothly. Until his hips are hammering relentlessly.

He’s hitting so deep, I swear I can feel my organs scrambling out of the way to make room for that big dick with every thrust.

I’m so fucking drenched, slippery wetness coating my ass cheeks and the insides of my thighs. I’m practically a puddle of arousal. Cleaning my sofa cushion is going to be an absolute headache.

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