Page 107 of Bad Boy Next Door
I shook my head. No way was I touching that thing again.
One of his fingers landed wet on my asshole. It circled, then pressed gently inside. His finger was smaller than my butt plug, but still, it took me by surprise.
He fucked me with his finger a few times, and it felt so good.
Not the plan.
“Your cock. Now.”
I spread my legs farther and felt his hands parting my butt cheeks. I felt pressure, then a searing stab. I gritted my teeth as my fingers turned white at the edges of the table, gripping against the agonizing pain.
He stopped. I couldn’t be sure, but I sensed only a tiny bit of him was inside.
“You okay?” he asked.
I nodded, vigorously, turning my face toward the table’s surface, in case he spotted the truth.
Gripping my hips tightly, he pushed forward.
All the air rushed from my lungs. Agony sparked behind my eyelids.
Perfect. This was what I needed. I’d thought I’d fallen in love with Nick, but I’d only fallen in love with his cock. His thick, super-hard cock. That’s what I’d loved, and having his cock hurt me would break its spell.
To go on, to survive, I needed tohateNick’s cock as much as I hated him.
He pushed in farther, and tears trailed over the sides of my nose to wet the table. I couldn’t do this. He was being too careful. He’d see my tears.
“Enough,” I said.
He pulled out immediately.
“In my pussy. Take off the condom.”
“Let’s go to bed.” He reached for my shoulder to turn me.
“No. Here. Like this. Take me hard.” I stayed facedown, my feet braced on the table legs.
“You sure?” he asked. “Table’s hard.”
“What have I always told you?”
“You’ll tell me when I hurt you.”
“So get on with it.” He was such an asshole.He’d lied, acted as if he hadn’t done the job with his brothers, even though it was so fucking obvious he had. I hated him. Hated him with so much fury.
His cock pushed inside me, way too gently, and he worked his hands under my hips to cushion my body from the table’s edge.
“Put your hands on my tits.”
He did as I asked.
“Fuck me, Nick. Fuck me hard.” He started to pump like I knew he could. Like he did whenever he lost control.
The table bit into my hips with each drive. But still the pain wasn’t enough.
I pushed back on the table.
He backed off. “Bed?”
