Page 37 of Between Never and Forever
“I want you to get off too.”
He started to lift me off him, but I bared down and he grumbled, “Shit. Kee, I only have so much restraint.”
“I’m asking you to not have restraint,” I said. “This is an agreement between us. We’re getting each other out of our systems, right?”
He finally took a hand from my hip to rub his jaw and shut his eyes in frustration. “I don’t fuck nicely, heartbreaker. You need to get off me.”
“Seriously? What if I don’t want nice now?” I murmured. “What if I want more? Because I do. I want more, Dex. I want you like before in the kitchen.”
“Jesus, Kee.” He combed a hand through his hair and shook his head one time, then two. “You realize what you’re asking for? I’m not the boy I was. I’m not considerate or soft anymore.”
“You never were truly any of those things, Dex.” I rolled my eyes, and then I leaned in and tried to seduce him by biting at his ear. “Fuck me like you hate me, if you really do. Please.”
He growled, and I knew I’d triggered the bomb within him. “I can’t take it anymore,” he ground out before he gripped my hips much harder than before and flipped us over.
He pulled out and hovered over me, his shirt still hanging from his sides, his forearms on either side of my face. I was cocooned by him, enveloped, swallowed up by everything he was in that moment as he stared at me with an intense gaze. “I want to hate you, you know that? And then I want to feel nothing for you. I’m still furious with you, Kee. I still want to hate you with every fucking bone in my body for how you left. How you came back, too, and fucked with my head.”
I chewed at my cheek. “What are you going to do about it?”
“Remember you asked for this.” He said it softly as he ran a finger along my cheek, and then he teased my clit with his piercing.
“Please. Please. Please,” I said, moving my hips to get him closer.
And then he grunted, his hand going up to my neck where he gripped me. “Remember when you can’t walk tomorrow, it’s because you fucking begged for it.” And then he squeezed my neck with force as he thrust into me.
I couldn’t even gasp because his grip was too tight, but the sensation was overwhelming. My pussy was ready for him. I was ready. I wanted it—the punishment, the pain, the other side of being good. I wanted it all, and he pounded it into me.
His cock was huge, inches upon inches of solid, thick muscle, and he speared me like he wanted to brand me, wanted me to be stretched exactly for him, and I was. Still, I wanted more. “Harder, Dex. Let me feel it all.”
“Jesus. You were never a good girl, Kee. Doesn’t the world know that about their precious Keelani Hale? You werealwaysa fucking bad girl,” he ground out as he slowed down to let my pussy stroke him. “Look at how you take my cock, legs spread like you’ve done this a million times. You were made to be fucked by me. We should have told the world that from the very beginning. This pussy was always mine. Always will be.”
He squeezed my neck harder as he fucked me faster and faster. His head fell to the side of mine as he pumped in and out, and I felt him panting rapidly. I watched as his muscles bulged and tightened, the veins on his neck popping out and swiveling like all his emotions were fighting to come out any way they could. There was so much between us. Pain, pleasure. Hate, love. Hell, heaven. We chased that heaven as he fucked me, both of us close now to getting off.
“You’re on the pill?” he said, and I nodded, clawing at his back, wanting to feel him empty in me as much as he wanted to.
His other hand went to my clit and pinched it as he thrust the deepest I’d felt him go. As he did, he let go of my throat, and I gasped in oxygen, gasped in pleasure, gasped in the euphoria of an orgasm that was out of this world.
Every color flashed before my eyes, every feeling pumped through my veins, every thought flew through my mind and then flew out. I felt everything and nothing but pleasure at the same time. Dex’s body tensed above me, and I felt the low growl deep in my bones as his cum shot into me.
I pulled him close, feeling his heart beating rapidly with mine, in sync and harmony together. The feeling was overwhelming but also calming, like I could stay that way forever.
But then he got off of me, moving away fast like I could burn him, like I was poison in his sheets.
He was mostly clothed as he stood over me, his cock softening but still looking thick and formidable in the dim lighting. I saw the piercing glinting in the moonlight, and my mouth watered at how attractive he was.
He sighed before he tucked himself in and grumbled, “Don’t look at me that way unless you want to fuck again.”
“Where are you going?” I hated that I asked the question.
He buttoned up his shirt and then murmured, “Stay there.”
He disappeared into the bathroom and came back with a damp white cloth. He told me to lie back and tapped my inner thigh. “Spread your legs, Keelani.”
He wasn’t calling me by my nickname now, and even though it’d been one given in pain, I was tied to it for some reason. My heart felt a stab of pain that he’d resorted back to Keelani. So I closed my legs and tried to swing them off the bed to get up. “I can clean myself up.”
His other hand shot out to grip my arm. “Lie down. Now.”
I turned to glare at him. “This was a fuck-you-and-leave-you situation, Dex. Let’s not make it more than that.”
