Page 79 of The Taskmaster
She fell asleep in my arms, and I stroked her hair to soothe her, thinking back to the first time I’d seen her, and how I wanted to use her to get to her father. None of that mattered anymore. I couldn’t care less about him walking away all those years ago. Because in doing what he did, he’d given me the need, the overwhelming urge to try and find him. And in finding him, I found her.
I fell asleep with her in my arms, and when I woke, listening to her soft breaths beside me, I knew I wouldn’t leave, not like last time when I left the dice behind. I wanted her to wake up and find me lying next to her. It’d be another first for both of us.
Things were changing in this game we were playing. The rules and rewards were morphing into something else. Everything was becoming more intense, my mind immersing into everything Abigail, and I craved more. She felt like home somehow. And for someone who’d never had a proper home, that was fucking huge for me.
Eventually, I felt her move in my arms and she gave a little sigh before saying, “You stayed.”
“I ran out of dice,” I joked, but what I wanted to say was, ‘I didn’t want to let you go. I never want to let you go.’
She reached up to touch her hair and groaned, “My hair is so matted.” And she started to run her fingers through it to try and unknot the tangles.
“I’m sorry,” I told her. “That might be my fault. I was stroking your hair while you slept.”
She stayed quiet for a moment, then said quietly, “Have you been stroking it every night? Because I usually wake up like this.” She was joking, and I knew if I said, ‘Yes. I let myself in and watch you sleep,’ she’d freak the fuck out, so I stayed quiet.
“I really need to brush my teeth and take a shower,” she added, still facing away from me, even though I had pulled her tightly into my arms.
“Sounds like a plan. I need a shower too.”
She chuckled, knowing exactly what I meant. The fun and games weren’t over yet.
I sat up, letting the covers fall off me, then climbed off the bed. She turned to watch me, her eyes scanning my body before she looked at me with a cheeky grin.
“Are you coming?” I asked, holding my hand out for her to take.
She sat up and something primal inside me wanted to growl and claim her as mine.
She climbed off the bed, and as she went to walk past me, I slapped her ass and told her, “I hope you weren’t expecting to be in work on time today.”
“I’m not going into work today. I have a few days off,” she replied, glancing over her shoulder and biting that goddamn lip, making me feral.
“Thank God for that. I can take my fucking time.”
Her shower stall was small but perfect for what I had planned. She turned the water on, and I put my hand under the stream to check it was warm enough before we both stepped under it. We let the water cascade over our bodies, and I startedto kiss her, holding her face in my hands as I tasted what was mine. She was delicious, warm, and every stroke of her tongue against mine made my cock hard and throb with need.
I reached down and put my hands behind her knees, picked her up and pressed her against the wet tiles as she wrapped her legs around me.
“What do you want?” I whispered in her ear as I trailed kisses from her lips to her cheek, then her neck.
“I want... your cock inside me,” she gasped. “I want to feel your piercings again.”
Her fingers dug into my shoulders as she tilted her head to give me better access to kiss her. The skin on her neck prickled into bumps as I ran my tongue in little circles. The way she reacted to me, to everything I did and said, was such a fucking turn on.
“Hold on tight, baby. I need to fuck you hard and fast this morning,” I told her, and I reached down, positioning my cock at her entrance, then slammed into her.
She cried out, throwing her head back as I fucked her against the tiles. Thrusting into her tight pussy as she rocked her hips against me and clung to me like she might drown if she didn’t.
Her legs wound around me tightly, her pussy gripped my cock, and I felt her fingernails pierce my skin, but I wanted more. So much more.
“Give it to me,” I growled. “Come on my cock and tell me whose pussy this is.”
Her head was resting on my shoulder as she moaned through every thrust. I gripped her ass as I slammed into her over and over. And then, as her walls clamped around my cock and started to spasm, contracting hard, she cried out, “Yours. It’s yours,” as her legs shook and her body shuddered.
“Mine,” I said, my teeth gritted as I came too, filling her tight little pussy with my cum. “Only mine.”
As I rocked my hips into her, milking every last drop of our orgasms, I realised I’d found something I never even knew I needed. I’d found something else to live for other than death, hurt and destruction.
I’d found her.
