She spread her feet farther apart to take my fucking, my harsh thrusts. Soon the sound of my belt buckle clinking and slapping skin filled my ears. “That’s it,” I praised, yanking her back farther. “Take my cock, Temper.”
“Yes,” she rasped as her eyes rolled back.
“You can’t let me see your pretty pussy before we have to leave,” I taunted, grunting as her walls trembled around my length. “I can’t focus.” I bent over, hips still pounding relentlessly into her. My lips brushed against her forehead. “I can’t survive without it.” I pressed a quick kiss there before giving her another piece of me. “I need you every day, baby.”
I was addicted to her and I didn’t know how to break it.
She groaned and started pushing back against me, fucking me back with the same urgency.
My next order was sharp. “Give me your eyes.”
I was surrounded by her soft green then, promising me life and a gentle love. My free hand shifted from her hip, grabbing the swell of her ass, pulling the cheek away from the other, spreading her. She moaned and gasped for air as I pulled out and slammed back in.
“Tell me you need me,” I whispered, voice shaking.
Tell me you need me just as much as I need you.
Could you survive without me, baby?
I’d be lost without you and that scares the shit out of me.
“I need you,” she gasped as her hand fell away from the wall, going between her legs.
I sucked in a sharp breath when I felt her fingers on the sides of my cock, spreading her hole wider for me, feeling me—us, together. A whimper left me then, uncontrolled, needy. “Fuck—God,fuck!” My hand left her hair, going around her waist and bringing her back against me. With a growl, I turned us to face her mirror on the far wall. We were surrounded by a mess—her mess—but I didn’t care. I needed her, her colors, her mess, her anger, her chaos. I needed all of it more than anything else in the world and it was killing me from the inside out.
“Look at you,” I growled into her ear, lifting her off the ground a few inches, hitting her cervix at a new angle. “Look at you beingfucked, Margo.”
Her back bowed and she tossed her head back, screaming my name, coming for me with her butterfly on full display. Her beauty was etched into my brain, this moment planting itself in my memories. “Hayes! Fuck! Hayes, please!”
My eyes scanned over the length of her pale body, her tits bouncing above my arms, her nipples dark pink and puckered, her soft stomach under my forearm, the extra flesh at the curves of her hips jiggling, her legs shaking as my cock stretched her over and over. She was drenched in color, in life, in love, and I needed her to show me how to live. I needed her to help me shatter the lie.
“Christ, baby,” I clipped, groaning into her ear as her cunt clamped down around me. I slowed my pace, fucking her slowly, savoring her as she drowned my cock in her cum.
Her head was resting against my shoulder, and when she came down from her high, I was ready to give her another. She hooked her arm around my neck and tipped her head back, giving me a better view of her butterfly, her tits still moving in time with my thrusts, her hand still between her legs, feeling us. “I love this,” she purred, her chest and cheeks red with passion, eyes sparkling. “I love the way we feel together.”
My eyes dropped just in time to see her hand shift, her black nails circling her clit.
“I used to touch myself almost every night to the thought of you, Hayes Mitchell.”
A harsh growl left me, and I pushed her to the bed and bent her over. “Keep touching yourself,” I shot back, baring my teeth as I gripped her soft hips, bringing her back to me.
“Yes,” she hissed, propping herself up on her hand, rising up to watch us in the mirror, her hand working between her legs. “That’s it, baby. Fuck me good.”
She only called me that when my cock was inside her, andfuck, it drove me batshit crazy. My skin began to tingle, my balls tightening as white-hot pleasure gathered at the base of my spine. My voice was raw, gruff and harsh, as I began to question her.
“You come to the thought of me, beautiful?”
Thrust.
“Did your thighs shake and close when you imagined me pounding into you like this?”
Thrust.
“Did I fuck the anger out of you in your little daydreams, Temper?”
Thrust.
She didn’t answer. Instead, her body shook and bucked as her second climax hit her. She fell into the mattress, and I kicked her legs farther apart, put my hands at her lower back, and held her down, fucking her like an animal. I snarled her name as she screamed mine, clawing at the sheets, desperate to hold on to reality.