Page 112 of Bad Seed
She’s not listening to me so I grab her hips. “Sadie, please…”
“Do you want me to stop?”
Yes. Yes. For the love of god, say yes!
“Ahh…” My balls slap her and I nearly explode. “No...” falls from my lips.
With a smirk, she rises up to tower above me. Then she reaches between her legs. Her brown clit beams between the black hair pulling all sense from my brain. I want to touch it. To feel her come around me inside and out. My palms slip, then I feel the end start to rise.
“You have to get off of me.”
“Tell me to quit,” she moans, tossing her head back as she strokes me with her pussy. Is she clamping down on purpose? Fuck, she is.
My legs press so hard to the carpet I lose all feeling in my feet.Throw her off. Tip to the side. Get out of here.
But I can’t. I’m trapped. Aching for a release and dreading it at the same time.
“Sadie…” I whimper, begging for her to not do this. We have no epipens, no way to save her.
It’s coming. I clench my jaws, fighting with my cock to not do what it was designed for. My hands clamp tight to her hips, ready to fling her off. But I can’t. I want her. I need her.
I’ll kill her.
Tears sprout in my eyes. “Fu—”
Her body rises. I look up just as she drags herself up my chest. The second she’s off, I explode. Cum sprays wildly up her retreating back, my cock bucking for the warmth it just lost. But she sits on my chest, staring down at me with a stern laugh in her eyes.
“I could have killed you,” I cry out even as my body shudders through the impossible pleasure.
She laughs, hard. Then she plants her finger to my chest and digs down between the ribs. “I have had this allergy since I was eleven. I’ve given up my mother’s best curry. I’ve had to skip out on friend’s dinners. And spent countless nights in hospitals being lectured at by people who’ve never known the bite of adrenaline.”
Her legs part as she shoves me deeper into the bed. Even after it’s sprayed its last, my cock still jumps at the warm glide of her pussy lips across my chest.
“This fucking thing has taken so much from me. I will not let it take you too.”
“Sadie…”
“Sadvhi,” she declares triumphantly.
I want to return her smile, but without the immediate need to pump her with my seed, my heart churns in worry. I should have stopped her, but I didn’t. The second I’m around her, my brain melts, and my cock runs the show. “Sadvhi…” I whimper, curling my palm to her cheek. “I could have killed you.”
How many times have I said that with a gun or tire iron to emphasize the point? Now I plead and wail for it to not happen.
She smiles as if the whole world is rainbows. “But you didn’t.”
This time. We kept getting lucky, some part of my brain remembering condoms. It only takes one slip up. One moment when I’m so fucking horny I can’t even remember my name and… “I still could.”
Her response is to roll her shoulders. “I know what I’m doing.”
“I don’t think—”
She clasps a hand over my mouth. “No. You don’t. This is my life, and I get to spend it how I want.”
Fuck. The worry in my heart wars with the rampaging heat of a woman demanding I use her every way I want. I know what I need to say, what I need to do.
But I can’t.
No. I won’t.
