Page 86 of Make Me Pretty
Everything about him twists me inside out.
I shuffle forward until he’s fully pressed against the wall, and the strain of keeping him upright lessens some. With his back supported, I’m able to pull out and sink back in with a gentle ease. Abel hums, eyes closed as his head rolls to his shoulder.
His shoes dig into my bare ass with every thrust, and it’s the reminder of those dirty shoes against my skin that brings it all back again.
“Goddamnit,” I growl, lips curling into a snarl as I slam forward. Abel screams, hands scrambling for purchase around my neck. His painted nails sink into my skin as my pace increases.
“Fuck… what you do to me.” The slap of our skin stings. I crave to hide in the slope of his long neck. To not see his face as I fuck him. To pretend.
But I can’t.
“If what I do—” Abel pants. “Mmm.If what I do makes you fuck me like this,” his tongue drags across his lips, over smeared purple now staining his chin and cheeks, “then I’ll keep doing it.”
“Keep pissing me off? Keep acting like a little whore?” I snap forward, bruising his skin—and mine. But I think we’ll both need these marks when it’s all said and done and the hatred for who we are settles back in.
If only the high of this lasted longer.
Maybe we just need to fuck more… to keep it going. Because when we’re doing this, I can be angry. I can fuck him up, and it doesn’t matter because he wants me to.
It’s when I can’t feel his body against mine—when I don’t have that undeniable reminder—that it all goes so fuckingwrong.
“Only yours, baby,” Abel rasps softly with a tenderness that’s a fuckinglie.
My jaw clenches with a pop as I slam forward and snatch his jaw with a punishing grip. Abel’s lips pucker under the pressure, exposing his pink tongue. It flicks out, skimming my index finger. I snarl and yank my hand away to grab his throat.
Abel gasps as I cut off his air, eyes flying open when realization kicks in. His lungs contract, needing a breath he can’t fucking have.
“All you are,” I rasp against the side of his face, then swipe my tongue over his cheek, up to the bridge of his nose, “is a fucking liar.”
“N-not,” he wheezes, barely discernible.
I cackle wildly, throwing my head back at the utter fuckingabsurdityof it all. Abel’s channel ripples around me as I jostle him. The sensation rips a groan from my throat.
“Do you even notice all the lies you spew? Or have you said so many, you actually fucking believe they’re the truth you’re trying to fabricate?”
I don’t expect the veracity of my words for who Abel is to hit me so hard.So personally.
We’re forever one and the fucking same.
Abel tries to speak, but he can’t. I don’t let him because if I hear another fucking lie spill from those pretty lips, I might actually kill him.
When the color of his face turns a pretty shade of red, I pry my fingers away. Abel gasps loudly, eyes bulging from his skull as he pants wildly—all the while I continue to fuck into him, reveling in the strangulation of his pussy.
“Still so fucking tight. I don’tget it,” I mutter to myself when Abel contracts. The flutter of his hole gives the perfect drag along my dick as I pull back, squeezing his ass cheeks together as I slam back in.
His back connects sharply with the wall, stealing whatever breath he just gained. “Fucking hell, Peris,” he rasps. The roughness of his voice makes me shudder.
I hope he bruises in the shape of my fingers.
Let everyone see the whore he really is.
“All you do is fucking lie and cheat to get what you want.” I bend down to nip his shoulder before cupping one side of his flat chest. His sweat-slickened skin slips down my waist, so I jut my left hip out to catch up, keeping his right pinned in place with my other hand.
“You fucking got me, and now, you just want to string me along.” His lips parting in protest draws my hand back to where it belongs along his throat. I cut off his words before he can say anything.
“Don’t,” I snap, “say a fucking word.” Abel nods just enough to draw a smile from me. “Good boy.”
His eyelids flutter as his eyes roll into the back of his head. I lick my lips, rolling my hips. My balls are so heavy and tight between my legs. Abel’s so fucking good, it’s disgusting.
