Page 72 of After Our Kiss

“It's me.I'mwrong.” Pressing my molars together until my skull throbbed, I shook my head rapidly. “You think I don't want to touch you? Georgia, you're the only thing I crave. I'd swim the damn ocean to get to you. But I realized something about myself.”

She considered me with her fine eyebrows furrowed. “What?”

“Lonnie's right. I was never evil because of anyone else. It was always inside of me.”

“Conway, nothing your brother said meant anything. He was a terrible person.”

“So am I.” Outside our window the sun had set. “I thought I tortured you... twisted you... treated you so cruelly because I had to do it. But when I'm with you now, even in the bright fucking sun, I still see the shadows. I want to hurt you, Georgia.” Pulled forward by my urge, I tilted her face up to me. “I want to make you bow and break all for me. Just for me. How can that be okay?”

Her tremble went through her bones. “It's okay because I want it, too.”

I froze. “You what?”

“I want what you're talking about.” She grabbed my wrist, pushing her cheek into that hand while she shut her eyes. Her lashes lay thick as soot from a forest fire on her skin. “You said once that I'm strong. Well, do you know how scared I've been lately? I'm too nervous to ask you directly about this dirty stuff. I even downloaded a stupid BDSM porno the other night, thinking we'd watch it together and you'd get the hint, but I deleted it instead.”

All my senses swayed like kelp in the deepest part of the sea. “What are you saying?”

Her eyes caught the first beam of moonlight as the white circle settled outside the window beside us. “I want the pain you bring. I never felt so excited before.” She blushed but she dared me to say she was wrong. “I love you. As dark as you can be, you're also my source of safety. Life is balance. Even in sex.”

What were words in the face of her raw honesty? When she said she needed me, my heart had fluttered. Then she'd said “sex”and my cock had stiffened.

Brushing my nose along the back of her ear, I whispered, “Do you mean all that?”

“I'm tired of walking on eggshells, Conway. You're the boy I had my first crush on. Now, you're the man who opened my mind to how I love to be fucked. Stop coddling me. You know what I've gone through. If anyone in this world can handle you, it's me.”

The manacles holding back the monster inside of me shattered. Her acceptance freed me,allof me, for better or worse.

With ease I turned her around, crushing my chest against her spine. Her breasts formed deep cleavage as they hung over the sink. “Fine,” I whispered. “No more avoiding this. I'll fuck you as hard, as fierce, as you've been aching for. Spread your legs for me. Wide as you can. I want access to this greedy pussy.”

Every sinew in her body was taut. She parted her thighs and balanced on the balls of her feet—expectant. I was drawn to her perfectly plump ass. Lust had built up from week upon week of being celibate. Well, almost—I'd jerked myself off whenever I could to the perverse thoughts of Georgia in my grasp. I'd always erupt easily just thinking about her.

My nails grazed up the backs of her thighs. She jerked slightly from my touch. “Regretting being so honest?” I asked.

“No, just excited,” she said, looking over her shoulder.

Tracing her back, I palmed her hips, where her pink skirt fell in waves. Folding it upwards, I revealed the round globes of her ass. Her panties were white as virgin snow. They made a lovely sound when I tore them in two. “Hey!” she cried.

“These belong to someone innocent,” I said, dropping them to the floor. Cradling her puffy lower lips, I squeezed until she shivered. “This slutty pussy isn't innocent, though, is it?” My thumb wedged through the crack of her ass. “This ismine,and my pussy is filthy. It loves cock, it dreams of being stretched just to the point of breaking.”

“Yes,” she groaned. Her hips swayed. Parting her labia, I ran two fingers through her juice. She was soaked.

Inching my jeans down my hips, I left them mostly on. They hung there as I freed my cock from my boxers. I stroked it from base to tip. “Touch yourself,” I growled. “Finger your greedy clit. I want you to get yourself to the edge, but don't you dare come until I say so.”

Georgia didn't hesitate. She obeyed me with natural ease, and that made my dick expand with an even greater rush of lust. This amazing woman had accepted me—broken as I was—and that level of comfort was new. I wanted to control her and I didn't hate myself for seeking such a corrupted desire.

I watched from behind as she rubbed her clitoris. “Turn around,” I said. She did, her back pressing into the counter. We faced off, a foot away, each of us masturbating. I lowered myself to my knees—her pussy was right in front of me.

Breathing her in, I shuddered, jerking myself frantically.

“Not so close,” she whimpered.

“Why? I want to watch your little clit bounce. I want to see how pink you get, how your lips swell as you get close to orgasm.” Smirking, I put my cheek on her hip. She was blushing madly overhead, staring down at me. “Look at how wet you are. There are strings of it sticking to your fingers.”

“Please...”

“That works you up, doesn't it? When I point out how turned on you are?” Kissing her leg, I put my hand on top of hers. With my guidance she circled her clit faster, harder. “You're right there. You need to come—it almost hurts. Tell me.”

“I need to come,” she panted. “Let me come, tell me I can come.”

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