Page 82 of Love Off Course

“Shut up,” she hisses. “Just shut up.”

I walk over to her, loving the way her body responds to me. I also hate it. My words are true. Whatever the fuck we’re doing is only temporary. It always was. I’m not a forever kind of guy. Especially not with someone like her. Not the kind of girl who drops twenty grand on a funeral of a guy’s father whom she doesn’t even know. I don’t deserve her.

“Turn around and bend over,” I order, my words cruel and icy.

She slaps me. “Fuck you.”

“Nah, you’re the one getting fucked.”

“Don’t be an asshole.”

“I am an asshole.” I grip her hips. “Turn around.”

“If you want to fuck me, do it like this. Look me in the eyes and see if you can continue to be a dick,” she challenges, angry tears racing down her cheeks.

“But that doesn’t prove my point,abejita,” I purr, twisting her around. “Does it?”

She shudders in my grip but doesn’t move away. I press my palm to the middle of her back and push her over the side of the couch so that her ass is prone to me. Slowly, I drag up her dress to reveal her white ass and black thong.

“Beg for me to fuck you,” I murmur. “Beg for me to fuck you like this.”

“Camilo…”

Her voice is so fucking sad it breaks something inside me. It confirms what I need to know. That I don’t deserve her. She should be with David. He might be old as hell, but at least he doesn’t lash out at her when he’s grieving.

“We should go,” she whispers. “Everyone will be waiting on you.”

“He’s dead,” I snap as I undo my slacks. “Dad can wait.”

“Camilo…”

I rub at her pussy from behind through her thong. She’s wet and needy. It gets my dick really hard knowing she’s a little kinky for this side of me. Then I remember I’m making a point, not exploring new kinks.

“Beg for me to take you like this, Sheridan. Beg.”

“Camilo, please.”

I pull her thong down her thighs and then free my dick from my boxers. Slowly, I stroke my erection before teasing her slick hole with it.

“Where’s your fight?” I demand, easing into her in a torturous way. “Where’s your sting, little bee?”

“I’m not going to fight you when you’re like this. You’re hurting.” She moans when I thrust all the way in. “We’ll get through this together.”

I slide almost all the way out and slam into her again. Over and over. Our skin slaps in a loud, brutal way as I fuck her into submission. Her pussy is drenched and it fucks with my head. Why does she like this? I’m being a total asshole to her.

“Touch your clit and make yourself come,” I order. “This will be over soon.”

She obeys too easily and my heart squeezes painfully.

Weak.

I make her weak.

Sheridan is fierce and strong. A bee with the sharpest sting. A storm of epic proportions. Not this. Not allowing some dickhead to belittle her as he fucks her one last time.

One. Last. Time.

A sharp searing inside my chest has me staggering in pain.

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