Page 44 of Intoxicated
The harder I thrust, the deeper I go. I pull her hips up, her hair haloing around her head as she braces her hands against her breasts. She doesn’t give me the satisfaction of closing her eyes in happiness, though. She’s still looking right into mine, daring me to do more.
“Fuck me, Drew.”
Those are the last words she utters as I piledrive her like I’ve wanted since we first met. There’s no escape for her. She’s my little caught vixen, the nymph I’ve cornered in the wilds of the universe. She’s going to take my cock. She’s a prisoner of my onslaught. She’s my spoils of war. The Princess offered up to me on my warlord’s platter. She may not be a virgin, but I’ll make sure she’s so stretched that no man will want her after me.
I’ll always want her. I’ll look at her and thinkthat’s the one. The one I fuck.
A little purr rumbles through her and she bites her upper lip as I’m compelled to come. Down, down, down my cock goes, swimming in its own cum as it fills her up. She finally growls like the nymph she is, her legs spreading a little wider so I can take her some more.
It’s only when I start to come down from orgasm that I get what she meant when she said,“give us both what we deserve.”
Yes. I get it now.
You know what we both deserve.
No emotion. No love. No shred of humanity.
I fuck her and come inside her, marking her like a caveman would mark his mate, yet that’s all we are. Two reasonless cavepeople who have yet to unlock such complex emotions in our brains.
We’re two broken souls who don’t deserve love.
As if railing against that premise, I keep fucking her. I’ll prove to myself it’s not true.
It’s not true.
