Page 32 of Crash and Burn
“Someone just wants a proper fucking,” I shoot back at him.
“Do you think you can handle a proper fucking from me?” So fucking arrogant.
“Oh, Romeo, give me your best shot.”
He cocks an eyebrow at me as if to say ‘challenge accepted’ and I smirk. Picking up the pace, he starts playing with my nipples again as well. I slide my fingers up the back of his head, tangling them in his hair. Pulling his hair, I slam my lips against his. He kisses me back. It isn’t a sweet kiss either. It’s rough. It’s passionate. It’s as if he’s pouring every feeling he has for me into it. Hate. Lust. Desire. Everything we’ve been keeping bottled up is being released.
I snake my hands down and dig my nails into his back. He growls into my ear and moves even faster and harder. The closer I reach to another orgasm, the harder I scratch his back.
“Ah! Rascal, yes!”
“That’s it, Marley. Come for me again. Come all over this dick.” He pounds into me a few more times before the biggest orgasm ever hits me like a freight train.
“Oh, fuck! Marley!” he says as we come at the same time. Me calling out his name at the same time. He collapses onto the bed next to me with his leg laying across mine.
Grabbing my face, he kisses me again. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.”
He closes his eyes and within a couple minutes, he’s passed out. I fall asleep shortly after.
I’m startled awake a few hours later. It wasn’t from my nightmares that I usually have. It was more from it being too peaceful in here. Rascal’s leg is no longer across mine but his arm is now across my chest. As if he’s trying to make sure he keeps me close. I slowly slide out from under his arm and climb out of bed. I feel around in the dark for my dress and shoes, then for a shirt of his I can slip into.
With one last glance at him, I sneak out the door, checking that no one is around before hurrying to my own room. I lock the door behind me, toss my dress and shoes on the floor and climb into my bed. Falling asleep as soon as my head hits my pillow.
