Page 35 of Don't Hate Me
Marc
“Fuck!” I shouted, even as I pulled out of her tight, little pussy. “Ash, you have to stop crying. I can’t fuck you like this.”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she sniffed, her forearm now covering her eyes. “I can’t help it. Please, please. Come back inside me.”
She reached down between us and I felt her hand wrapping around my cock, then she was sliding the condom off.
“Ash, what are you doing?”
Her hand was now on my bare cock, and it felt good as she stroked and squeezed me. Just how I liked it, because I was the one who taught her how to do it.
“Come back inside me without it,” she whispered, even as she pulled me toward her, her leg wrapped around my ass.
“That’s not going to happen. Are you insane?”
“It’s the wrong time of the month. You don’t have to come inside me. I just want you to know what it feels like. What we feel like. So you’ll remember that we’re different.”
Without thinking, I pushed my hips against hers and slammed my naked cock inside her. She was right, I wanted to feel this just once. I wanted to know what her slick, hot pussy felt like stretched around my dick.
One thrust, two. One more, then I would pull out.
“Do you feel it?” she said, panting with each hard snap of my hips. “Do you see how it’s different? When you’re with someone else, you’ll remember this. You’ll remember what it feels like with me. You’ll remember me.”
I stopped thrusting and held myself still inside her. She was hot and so damn tight. Fucking her bare was unlike anything I could imagine.
“You think I’ll forget you?” I barked. “You think I’ll forget this?”
I slammed into her hard, and watched her whole body absorb me.
“You’ll remember,” she said, arching her back, her neck. A flush started at the bottom of her neck and ran up her face.
She cried out, and I didn’t have to ask if she was faking it this time. I could feel her squeezing me hard from the inside, and I had just enough strength to pull out and come all over her pussy lips, her belly.
Break-up sex,I thought as I rolled to my back.
That sounded right. Because I felt broken.
* * *
A few hours later
Ashleigh
“Just drop me off at Arrivals. Don’t park,” I said tightly.
“This is how you want to do this?” he asked me.
I nodded. This was the only way to do it. A hard stop. “We don’t need to say anything else. We said it all back in the motel room.”
“You said it was the wrong time of the month, and I didn’t come inside you, but you need to tell me if something happens. Whatever it is, we’ll deal with it together. But you can’t hide it from me.”
I nodded, and tried to force my eyes straight ahead. If I looked at him, I might start crying again, and I knew he hated it.
“I’ll text once. When I have my period. But that’s it. No matter what happens, you can’t break. Because if you break, I’ll break, and we’ll be back here before we’re ready. This sucks, and I don’t want to have to do it again.”
I glanced at him, and he nodded.
He approached the airport and followed the signs for Arrivals.
