Page 9 of Tarnished Hands

Wait? Did he just slap my clit, and I liked it?

Surely not.

He does it again, and I’m fucking helpless to stop him.

Not that I want to.

He fucks me so good that I do, in fact, end up biting the pillow. His hand leaves my clit and finds my breast. He squeezes my nipple before he moves lower, and in one swift movement, like I weigh nothing, he lifts me. My legs twine around his waist, and he holds me up, his hands on my ass as he starts bouncing me on his cock. My arms cling onto his shoulders, and I hold on.

Leaning against him, I open my mouth and taste his skin before I bite his shoulder. He grunts in response, then, if possible, he picks up his pace. Pounding into me relentlessly. My nails dig into his back. His breathing turns ragged. Every thrust scorches up my spine, sending me closer to the brink of insanity. My body trembles, teetering on a cliff’s edge and begging to fall.

His finger slips between my ass cheeks and pushes into my puckered hole, never once stopping his assault on me.

“That pussy of yours fucking loves me,” he says. I don’t reply. “But you already knew that, didn’t you?”

Again, I say nothing.

He laughs, and as he does, I come, my body going lax as he follows right after me. His warm cum filling me, and leaking down my thighs.

When he’s done, he walks to his dining table, with me hanging off of him, my mouth still on his shoulder, and takes a seat. I sit up on his lap, his cock still inside of me as he removes his hand from my ass. He lifts his hands and puts them behind his head. “Give me a minute, dear, and I’ll fuck that mouth.” His emerald eyes shine with something so bright that I have to break contact.

“I should go,” I tell him, looking down between us.

“You should stay.”

“I shouldn’t.” I shake my head. “I’ll call a Lyft.” I go to get up, but he grips my hips, holding me to him. I meet his eyes.

“It’s only sex. Stay.”

“No,” I reply, pushing away. “Do you have all the women you fuck stay?”

His cock falls out of me as I stand, and I notice he’s already getting hard again. Turning away from him, I walk to the couch and find my clothes.

“No, only you, it seems.”

After I put my clothes back on, I turn to find him still seated at the dining table, watching me. “I’ll drive you back to your car.” He stands and, without another word, gets dressed and then walks to the door.

I follow.

He takes me back to his shop in silence.

I say nothing when I leave the car, and neither does he.

I close the door without looking back. My throat tightens, the silence, and something else I can’t pinpoint weighing heavily on my chest. I dig my keys in frustration from my oversized purse and walk away from his idling car.

As I stare at my ceiling all night long, I keep asking myself what I was even thinking coming to see him in the first place.

Chapter Six

EZRA

Two weeks pass, and I don’t see her, not that I’m counting or anything. And Lydia has kept her distance since I told her I wanted to fire her.

Thank fuck for that.

“It’s your birthday. We can’t just sit around and do nothing,” my younger brother Tony argues. He flew in from college two days ago and has been staying with me.

I’m paying for his tuition, and he appears to be doing well.

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