Page 19 of Their Darkest Needs

It’s getting darker and I really think I shouldn’t wait too long anymore. I can hear the TV playing downstairs, so he’s probably calm enough now.

I stand at the door opening, waiting for him to acknowledge me, but it seems that Fast & Furious is getting all of his attention.What is with men and those movies?

“I was thinking.” Ryan seems surprised hearing my voice and spills his drink on his pants. He curses and tries to dab the liquid off the fabric.

He moves away from the couch and looks up at me. There was first some anger in his expression, but then it immediately turned into confusion, and finally something along the lines of lust.Perfect!

“Tsk, you made a mess all over your pants. Here, let me help remove that for you.” I sway my ass a little while walking over to him and he opens his mouth a few times, but no sounds are coming out. He places one of his hands on my hips while I put mine on the button of his pants, slowly opening it.

“So, you're not mad anymore?” he asks, his voice in a low and unsure tone.

“I don’t want to fight anymore. I had a rough couple of days. Let me just take care of you like you’ve been taking care of me,” I tell him, batting my eyelashes.

He puts one of his hands on the side of my cheek and kisses me roughly. I take this as my chance to slowly take the key out of his pants pocket. I move away to pull his pants down and push him onto the couch, sitting on his lap with my face towards his. I kiss him again as I hide the key between the back cushions of the couch.

He grunts while cupping my breasts with his large hands, playing with my nipples. He roughly pinches them, making me moan out loud. God, I love it when he does that. One of his hands slowly trails down, making my skin tingle.

“I like it when you apologise. You want to be my good girl now, don’t you?” he asks me while teasing me with his finger, sliding up and down my slit only pushing in only the tip of his finger.

“Hmm—yeah.” I don’t even think I would be able to make full sentences even if I tried. I do think that he needs to fuck me soon or I might lose my sanity even more. He places one hand on my back, pushing my chest closer to his face, and starts to lick and suck and bite at the sensitive skin there.

I grab the back of his hair, threading my fingers between the locks, pulling him as close as I can, though I don’t think there is much space left to begin with.

He doesn’t seem to mind it as he hums, pushing his full finger inside of me, slowly adding a second. “Oh—yes! Ryan! M—more!” I don’t think I’m making a lot of sense, and I really don’t care. I'm delirious from his touch. It's like a drug, and I’m an addict, never getting enough of it, only needing more.

His tongue swirls around my nipple, his teeth slowly grazing it. I can feel the pressure between my thighs heightening.

He sucks hard on my skin, making me moan his name over and over again. I can’t fully register what his fingers are doing to my aching core anymore; the need is blinding and I can feel my release coming soon. “Ryan, I—I’m coming,” I moan out loud. He seems to be enjoying this as much as I am as he presses in a third finger, stretching and fucking me with them.

My muscles tighten and I ride out my orgasm on his fingers while he keeps sucking on my breast. I never even really had a guy get me off during sex alone before, unless I played with myself first. But this, I only ever read about this in books.

He releases my nipple with a loud pop and pulls his fingers out. “See what you get when you are a good girl.” I bite my lip in response. His mouth is like a holy relic, the things he does and says with it.

He lifts my hips up, pressing his member at my entrance. “Do you want me to fill you up baby?” he asks, voice rough.

“Yea—yes, please.”

He doesn’t wait long after my answer and pulls me down on him. His thick length is basically impaling me at this point, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.Yeah, rip me in half as long as you don’t stop.

“You take my cock so well, baby,” he moans while I try to ride him. It’s almost impossible for me to move because of his size, and I think he notices it as he lifts me up and then pushes my chest against the couch pillows, taking me from behind. The noises I’m making are making me sound like I’m possessed orsomething. Well, technically I am, with his dick impaling me. And I am so not responsible for anything that’s coming out of my mouth.

I can hear him talking but I can’t for the life of me understand what it is he’s saying. All I can think about is how good he’s fucking me right now.

My ears are ringing and I can feel tingling all over my body. I don’t think I’ll last long. I can feel the muscles in my body tightening again and the sweat dripping down my back, my breathing is becoming more and more frantic, until I can’t keep it in anymore and I scream his name out as I come. He pumps himself a couple of times after, grunting out his release too.

The plan was to get the key and make him go into a deep sleep, but now all I want to do is sleep too.I guess the plan has been working a little too well.

“I’m glad you’re no longer mad at me,” he says out of breath. I laugh and try to sit up, which is more of a task then I thought it would be.

Unsure what to answer him, I decided to settle on “I don’t want to keep fighting” and hope he’ll just fall for it.

Am I still mad? Yeah, I am. He’s my husband, he's supposed to support me no matter what, and always have my back. But he isn’t doing that. Not right now.

Mara would’ve.

“Let’s take a shower and go to bed,” I propose, trying not to sound as annoyed as I feel thinking back about all of this.

He’s still picking up his clothes and doesn’t respond immediately to my question, which is making me a little anxious. What if he realises I’m planning something? I am so close to getting her back,I won’t let him take her from me.

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