Page 52 of Connor

She moaned something incoherent, rocking back onto my hand, needing more, completely lost to the pleasure, the filth, the utter fucking depravity of it.

"That’s my girl," I growled, pressing my thumb deeper, my fingers pumping into her, feeling her tense, shake apart under my hands.

She was so close.

I felt it— the way her moans turned high and helpless, the way she rocked onto my fingers, chasing the friction, completely fucking ruined for me.

"You gonna come for me, baby?" I rasped, biting into her hip. "Gonna make a fucking mess all over my fingers?"

She nodded frantically, her breath shattered, her body pushed past the point of sanity.

I smirked, pressing my fingers deep inside her, sliding my thumb in perfect rhythm, making sure she felt everything.

"Then do it, sweetheart," I ordered, low, rough, dominant as fuck. "Come for me."

She screamed, her entire body convulsing, her walls clenching around my fingers, the tight ring of her ass squeezing my thumb, every inch of her shuddering as she came so hard that she squirted all over my hand.

"Jesus fucking Christ," I groaned, watching the way she gushed, her body flooding with release, her legs shaking beneath me.

I kept working her through it, fucking her slow and deep, watching her ride the aftershocks, watching the way her body responded to me, only me.

When she finally collapsed against the counter, breathless, shaking, I slowly withdrew my fingers, my cock still aching, leaking, desperate to take more from her.

I brought my slick fingers to my mouth and sucked them clean, groaning at the taste of her, of us.

"Look at you," I murmured, grinning darkly, pressing a final kiss to her spine. "You really are my perfect little mess, aren’t you?"

She shivered at my words, still too fucked out to speak, still spread open for me, dripping, completely ruined in the best way possible.

And I?

I was already thinking about how many more times I could make her come before sunrise. But she froze as I turned her around and picked her trembling body up. Her hands pressed against my chest.

"No."

It was like a bucket of ice water had been dumped over me. I stilled, every muscle in my body locking up as she pushed me away. God, it fucking hurt, even if I deserved every moment.

She was breathing hard, shaking, her eyes wet, burning. "I can’t do this anymore."

The words hit like a fucking bullet. My stomach dropped. "Summer—"

"No, Connor." Her voice was tight, pained, the edges razor-sharp. "You don’t get to do this. You don’t get to ruin me and then come back just because you can’t handle seeing me move on."

My pulse pounded, my throat closing up.

She took a step back, pulling down her dress, wrapping her arms around herself like armor.

"I’m really, really done this time."

My chest fucking hurt.

But I didn’t show it.

Instead, I stepped back too, running a hand over my aching jaw, forcing my face into something unreadable.

"Fine."

Summer blinked, caught off guard. "Fine?"