Page 34 of Krampus Kruk
I’m under sexual duress. He slams into me again and again with hard, unforgiving thrusts. I shouldn’t want this—not like this, not with him—but I do.
I do.
I’m overwhelmed, overstimulated, and seconds from coming apart.
But I can’t say it. If I say it, there’s no going back. If I admit I want to see him again, this stops being what it is. It becomes real, and I don’t do that. I do hookups and situationships. Marriage and kids has never been the goal.
So much for an escape. A quick fuck. I’ve caught feelings for a man who doesn’t make sense on paper but has worked me over in every way tonight.
Tears prick at my eyes as he yanks my hair, pulling my head back.
“Stopfuckingthinking,” he growls. “All you’re focused on is how my cock feels inside you.”
I gasp, panting, and then he shoves my face into the mattress, holding me there.
“Why do I have to be rough with you to make you listen?”
He grunts, thrusting harder, deeper. His whole cock is inside me now, stretching me in ways I didn’t think I could take.
“Lie to me one more fucking time, I dare you.”
One part of me wants to rip his hand off my clit, to escape this intensity. The other part pushes my ass into him.
“Tell me you never want to see me again,” he says, winded.
I press my lips shut, yet my body shatters.
My body continues to betray me as I scream into the sheets, my orgasm ripping through me with a force I’ve never felt. My whole body convulses, and the aftershocks slam through me—amplified by the fullness in my ass, by how completely he owns me.
“At least your body doesn’t lie,” he mutters, collapsing onto my back. I feel him come, his cock pulsing deep inside me as he pants against my skin. “I want to keep you,” he whispers.
Tears spill over then. I try to squeeze my eyes shut, to keep them at bay, but I can’t. The emotional overload crashes into me, impossible to hide.
“You can have my fucking number,” I croak, my voice broken.
It sounds pathetic. I sound pathetic. But he’s won.
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“Good girl,” I praise, pressing a kiss to her temple as I slowly pull out. I’m smiling wide, excited to make plans with her again, to call her. I chuckle, glancing down at the mess I’ve left behind—both holes filled, skin slick with sweat and sex. She reeks of me. There’s no hiding what she’s been up to tonight.
“Are you still leaving me for family dinner, or am I coming with?” I ask, picking her up and placing her in a comfortable spot on the bed.
Her hair is wild, and her eyes are bright with defiance and afterglow.
“I said you can have my number. That’s enough of a win, I think.” She smirks, unapologetic.
“Never-ending sass,” I mutter, amused.
“Are you going to be filthy and not clean up?”
She nods, smug.
Fuck me.
“Get under the covers. It’s time to rest up.”
We both slide under the blankets, her body folding easily into mine. I pull her flush against me, spooning her as my chin findsa comfortable spot atop her head and my arm tightens around her waist.
