Page 81 of Torch
I giggled, sitting up to reach for him, my legs still spread like he demanded, hoping he’ll take pity on me, and fuck me hard, like he always does.
“Babe, you’re my slut, say it.”
“I’m your slut, Torch.”
“That’s good, almost like you can follow instructions, huh? Tell me where you want my cock.”Oh.
“My… my vagina.” He snorted at the word, and shook his head.
“Be more graphic than that, babe. This isn’t a fucking sex ed class, yeah? Where do you want my fucking cock?” He knew I’d struggle to say it, but just like he was forcing me to ignore the mess we’d made, he was pushing me to do this. Pushing my limits, and my boundaries, just like I wanted him to.
“My uh… my p… my pussy,” I practically whispered, and he laughed, as he pushed me back, and climbed up on me.
“Almost, babe. Say ‘fuck my slutty pussy’, go on. You want it, you ask for it.” Damn him.
“Torch, please, can we just-”
“You want my cock in it, you should be able to say it, babe. You’re gonna be around the clubhouse enough that you’ll hear every damn colourful word you can imagine. Better you get used to this stuff when it’s just us, so fucking say it, or I’ll just fuck these luscious tits, and I’ll cover your face with cum, and make you sleep like it.” Stop getting hornier when he says stuff like that!Ha, as if.
“Please fuck my slutty pussy, Torch, please!”
“That’s my little cumslut,” he whispered, ramming deep inside me, and pushing all of the air from my lungs in that one sharp thrust.
“God, yes!” I hissed out, finding his hand over my mouth a split second later.
“You’re gonna say another man’s name in bed, you’re not allowed to fucking speak.”
Another ruthless thrust into me, and my teeth sank into his fingers, earning me a wide grin in response.
“That’s my little fucking firecracker. Let’s see if we can make you scream when you cum.”
Torch
Isucceeded,andwhenshe came so hard, she took me with her, because you try holding back, when there’s a tight wet pussy squeezing down on your cock like that. I pulled out and lay us beside each other, pulling her covers up over her to keep her warm. She seemed to have conveniently forgotten any of the mess from earlier, so I was glad to see her so relaxed and settled. Calm. At peace, even.
We’d resolved our shit tonight, but there were still things to discuss, and more things to plan, but for now, we could just enjoy being together.
“I’m sorry, by the way, about Micro, I mean,” Grace whispered, starting my brain whirring again, when I’d just managed to ease it for a bit.
“Not your fault. I told you, I’m cool about you making the call, and Lissa did too. Maybe it was even the right call. We don’t need to speak about it again.”
Grace kissed my shoulder, snuggling into my neck.
“I meant that I’m sorry he’s dead. I know that must be really hard to deal with, even after what he did.”
Fuck. I sighed, wishing I didn’t have to fucking say this right now, because then we’d both be unsettled again.
“I’m not so sure he is, babe.”
“What?” She’d lifted her head to stare at me with a frown. Really should have turned the fucking light off before we got comfy.
“Torch, what do you mean?” I shrugged free of her, and got up to gather up our clothes and tidy them. Jesus, now she’s got me doing it.
“I’m gonna grab a glass of water, you want anything?”
“Torch, dammit.”
She followed me, padding naked behind me as I headed back downstairs, and into the kitchen. This place looked much better with her naked body walking around in it.
