Fuck, repeat.
Fuck, repeat.
Fuck, repeat.
“You’re fucking killing me, Kat.”
“Make it hurt,” she moaned. “Please.”
My finger slid back and forth as I watched her core pulse with need. She needed it to hurt so she could mask one pain with another, but I wouldn’t do that to her. I inserted a finger deep inside her pussy and her back arched up from the bed. Instantly, she bucked against my hand.
“I need it rough.” She opened her legs wider for me, her hands cupping her breasts as her fingers pinched her nipples through my bra. My mind imagined what it would be like to come all over them.
Fuck it.
I was a goner, controlled by the power of her pussy.
“I wasn’t planning it any other way.” I pushed another finger inside her, my thumb playing with her clit. I climbed off the bed and dropped my boxers before I pulled her to the edge. I was going to consume her. Eat her alive.
I had missed her.
No other woman compared to her, tasted like her, could satisfy my hunger like her. Though this was not my Kat, I knew she was deep inside there. Buried under the pain, the drugs, and the meaningless sex was the girl I had fallen in love with, and I was going to find her. I was going to show her– remind her–what it was like with us before all of this.
I crawled on top of the bed, covering her body with mine. Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me to her, but I took my time. I began above her thong, kissing her prominent hipbones.
“Cole, I need you inside of me.”
Both her narrow wrists easily fit in one hand as I pinned her arms above her head, taking charge of the situation. “I plan on taking you, but not just once—not like last time. I’m going to fuck you, I promise you this, but I’m taking my time, savoring every drip you give me.”
My hands rested on her hips, my brain kept telling me to slow down, to take my time with her, but the primal man inside of me needed to fuck her. Once her bra and my shirt had joined the other clothing on the floor, she opened her legs for me again. I aligned my hard cock at her entrance and rubbed the tip of my head over her clit.
“Wait,” she moaned. Her body shifted to the nightstand, where her purse lay. She dug through it then pulled out a three pack of condoms. Tossing it to me, she resumed her position.
“Condoms?”
“I don’t remember the last time I took my birth control, Cole.”
“Are these all you got?” Three weren’t going to be enough for what I wanted to do with her.
“Yeah.”
I pushed off the bed and dropped the condoms back onto the nightstand beside her. Her eyebrows pushed up together. “Get up,” I ordered.
“What?”
“Suck me off. There’s no way I’m going to be able to fuck you only three times and be satisfied.”
“Seriously?” Her mouth curled up into a smirk.
“God, that fucking mouth,” I growled. “Get up now!”
She moved to crawl towards me, but when she went to get off the bed, I stopped her. Her ass was in perfect view of the mirror behind on the other side of the bed, her pussy perfectly outlined and coated with her need for me. I wrapped one hand around her hair, guiding her to my ready cock. She stroked my dick in her hands until a drip of pre-cum pooled. With her hunter green eyes looking up at me, her tongue slid across the top, swirling around the tip before her head dipped low. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as her mouth tightened around my girth. I needed to focus on something so I wouldn’t blow within seconds of her starting. My hand cupped her ass, and I focused on her wet core. My finger moved side to side before I inserted a finger deep inside her and she clenched around me. With my thumb resting on her ass, I pushed in another finger.
My hand wrapped tighter around her hair as I began to fuck her mouth, keeping my other hand steady. She slammed back onto my fingers, looking for her own release. Her hands cupped my balls, and I was on the brink of blowing. Her tongue twirled and wrapped around me again, and I felt my muscles contract. Pulling my soaked fingers out of her, I shoved them into her tight little ass as my cum poured down her throat.
In between my spurts and Katherine milking me with her lips, I watched her fingers rubbing her clit in the mirror, nearing her own release, and I matched her pace, my fingers driving deep. My cock hung as she began to moan, her rapid fingers moving over her clit. I reached over, tossing her hand away. I was the one who was going to control her pleasure.
“What … I was right there!”
I yanked her waist towards me as I stood at the edge of the bed, her pussy perfectly aligned as I bent her over. “Don’t worry, haven’t I always given you what you needed?”
I ripped the foil open. Sliding the latex quickly over my growing cock, I shoved deep inside her. One hand held tightly to her waist and the other held her head high by her hair, so I could see her beautiful face when she came.
I was hungry.
Hungry, and desperate to have her.
I brought her hips back as she slammed against me.
Once.
Twice.
My balls slapped on her clit.
“Fuck,” she moaned, her eyes rolling to the back of her head.
Hard as a rock, I didn’t let up the pace. I drove into her, fucking her rapidly until her walls tightened around me, squeezing me as she came. Still, I didn’t let up. The need to make her come repeatedly drove me to fuck her harder, I reached below, found her clit and soaked my fingers in her arousal before I slowly pushed them back into her tight ass. Her screams intensified when I pushed in the second time. She vigorously rubbed her clit through her second orgasm, begging me to go harder.
But her tight ass asked to be fucked at least once.
I pulled out once she was done shaking, her arousal coating the condom. My hands spread her ass apart as I gently pressed the tip of my head where my fingers were. Once my head was fully inside I paused, letting her adjust to the change.
“Fuck my ass, Cole,” she moaned, her two fingers diving back into her core. “Make it hurt. Please, give it to me!” she screamed, pushing back another inch.
Her ass hugged my girth, and it was impossible not to inch further inside. Not when she begged. Not when each of her moans became my undoing. Her hands fiddled with her clit, and I leaned over, giving her yet another inch while my fingers tugged on her nipple. Her gaze met mine in the mirror as she pushed back again.
“Make it yours. No one has ever had me this way,” her voice cried with pleasure, her green eyes hungry for me. “Yours,” she moaned.
Her body convulsed, and I knew there was another orgasm deep inside her. Her words embedded deep within me as I pushed ahead my last few inches before pulling out slowly. I slid back in with ease and repeated the process until her whimpers were all I could hear. There was no pain in her cries, pure bliss.
My hands grabbed her waist, bringing her back every time I drove forward. I began my sweet intoxicating pace, claiming her, bringing her close to the edge of another orgasm before stopping again. I rested one bent leg on top of the bed and brought her all the way back until her cheeks hit my pelvis. I took in a deep breath pulling her forward before I slammed her back. It would be quick, but I planned on fucking her. Just like she asked.
“Yes! Fuck! Harder!”
And I did. I fucked her until her cunt tightened, her moans screeched, and my balls ached, needing to come. “I’m coming … I’m fucking…”
I pulled out of her and tore the condom off. I wanted to dive straight into her soaked pussy, but I chose her back instead. I held the tip of my cock and squirted my release over her back.
Katherine lay on the bed and shook from the aftershocks, her eyes shut and she moaned softly. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you? Kat?” I asked when she didn’t answer.
“No … that was … God … amazing.”
She moved from the bed and rose. Her balance seemed off, so I picked her up, cradling her in
my arms and brought her to the bathroom. “What are you doing?” she questioned.
“I’m not letting you run away from me again. I’m going to bathe you … kiss you … hold you … take you … all while the hot water from this shower falls over us.”
She didn’t speak.
She stared deep into my eyes as if searching for something.
“Can you get started? I forgot the condoms in the room.” I lowered her to the tile floor and walked over to the bedroom. I picked up the phone and dialed room service, ordering almost everything on the menu. Katherine’s purse lay open on the nightstand, a bottle of prescription pills tucked inside. My gut reaction was to toss it, flush it down the toilet. But she hadn’t chosen the drug over me, and if I brought it up to her now, it could cause her to leave again.
I took the two remaining condoms and walked back to the bathroom. Katherine stood in the shower, her hands massaging her scalp as the water cascaded over her body. I pulled the shower door open and joined her inside. Her arms wrapped around my waist as she brought me under the shower head with her. I wrapped my arms around her frail body and kissed the top of her head.
“I love you.”
“Cole—”
“I do. And I’m not letting you get away from me again.” Her arms held me tightly as if she didn’t want to move. I didn’t either. I never wanted her to leave my side again. “I missed you, Katherine.”
I felt her chest contract against mine before she spoke. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed you.”
16
Katherine
Cole had no idea how his words affected me—how his tender touch felt like a cure to my aching pain. I craved the high. I wanted the numbness the oxy gave me, but the love I had for him made me want to continue to be in his arms.
There is a thin line between pain and pleasure, and Cole gave me both. He gutted me with his words, making me feel worthy of much more than I ever allowed myself. It had all been too much, but then he filled my empty heart with pleasure. Not only with mind-blowing sex, but also with his tender touch, his need to be with me, and his affection. It had been months since I’d felt anything. Months since I’d felt like maybe there was more between us. But it was always different with him.
It was love.
But I knew it was temporary.
It couldn’t be about love with us, not when I was so broken.
My stomach growled loudly with hunger, and I felt him chuckle.
“Sorry.”
He released his hold on me and lifted his hand to palm my face. “You’re beautiful. You know that, right?”
“Cole…” He had me blushing under his touch.
“I need you to hear me. Really hear me, Katherine.” His hands reached for the complimentary soap. Lathering it in his hands, he began to massage it down my back. “I don’t want you to run anymore.” He brought his hands up my back and over my shoulders. Cupping my breasts, he bit his lip. “But if you continue to run, know that I plan on chasing you.”
“Cole—”
“No,” he cut me off, his hands sliding down my abs … my pelvis … and to my swollen clit. “You are mine, Katherine. You have always been mine.” His hand rubbed along my tender core. “This is mine, and it doesn’t matter how many men I have to fight for you.”
“Things are—”
Don’t.”
He brought his lips to mine, kissing me with hunger until my body became limp. Cole pulled his lips away from mine, his hands cupping my cheeks again. “Things are different. I know that, Kat. But that’ll never change the fact that I love you.”
His words rocked my soul.
“Cole, I … I … love you too.” My bottom lip trembled with every word.
His lips pressed against mine, and a soft sob escaped my mouth. His hands wrapped around my legs, lifting me as he pushed me back against the cool shower glass. My hands knitted together at the nape of his neck.
“I need you, Kat,” he growled against my lips.
“Love me, Cole. Make love to me.”
My eyes rolled to the back of my head as his tongue traveled my neck. His hand stretched through the shower door, reaching for the condom foil that lay near the sink. I pressed my arms against the shower walls, holding myself up as Cole rolled the condom down his hard cock.
There was no need to feel numb.
All I needed to feel was him.
Cole held me by my ass and placed me on his hard dick. I slid down his shaft, and he pushed me harder against the wall.
It was slow, sensual, filled with love as he took his time with me. His hips circled, hitting every part of me.
Lost in the moment of our passion, I let go of all my pain and hurt—of all the darkness that surrounded me. I let my heart feel his love. I embraced it.
Once Cole and I had finished in the shower, he dried me off and carried me back to the bedroom. If I could have lived in that hotel room forever, I would have. In his arms, the outside world didn’t seem to exist.
A knock on the door startled me. Cole sat me on the bed and opened the door wrapped only in a towel. I heard him thank someone before wheeling in a cart filled with food. My stomach ached like it hadn’t seen food in a month, and my mouth salivated for the cheeseburger that sat right in front of me.
“Dig in,” Cole said, sitting on the bed next to me. Stuffing my face, I didn’t even care that he was sitting less than a foot away from me. “And I thought I was going to have to beg you to eat.”
“Nope, I’m starving.” I held the cheeseburger in both hands and took a bigger bite.
After I’d eaten dinner, I felt satisfied and comfortable, my head resting on his chest. Under the white down comforter, his fingers traced the outline of my rib cage, and though the moment was perfect, it was short lived with my mind drifting elsewhere. My demons crawled over my skin, infecting my body with the need to use again. My hands began to sweat. Heat coated them, and I balled them into fists. My fingers itched, my foot twitched, and I felt jittery. My breath became short as I gasped for air.
I needed a pill to calm down.
I lifted my head from his chest and kicked away the comforter. “Cole, I need to go.” I pushed off the bed, looking for my clothes. My eyes located my purse. I didn’t want to pop another pill in front of him, but I didn’t know how long I could hold out without one.
Cole jumped off the bed and was right behind me within a few short seconds. His hand reached up to my face. Holding my cheek, he looked deep into my eyes. “Come home with me.” His other hand held mine. “Stay with me, Katherine. I can protect you. I can help you.”
My attitude changed from content to furious in an instant. I gritted my teeth, locking my jaw. “I don’t need your help, Cole. I’m fine.”
“No?”
“No!” I slapped his hands away, but he didn’t move.
“Why do you fight me so hard?” Both of his hands now cradled my face.
My hands reached up and pushed them away. “I don’t fight you. This is the way my life is now. I’m not going to go back because you said you loved me,” I spewed before I turned away from him, locating the rest of my belongings on the dresser.
“Fuck, Katherine!”
Through the mirror, I watched him run his hands through his hair. His eyes locked on mine before he spoke again. “What now? You go back to fucking random guys while you’re fucking high?” He marched towards me, wrapping his hand around my elbow and spinning me to face him.
“Fuck you!” Who the hell did he think he was judging what the fuck I did with my life? “You didn’t mind when I showed up at your house. You didn’t complain when your dick was buried in my pussy.”
He lowered his face until it was centimeters from mine. “I’m not letting you leave this time.” His tone had lowered to the deathly tone he used when pissed.
“You can’t fix me—”
“Fuck that! You have a problem. A serious problem and you need help.”
“I don’t need you to sa
ve me. You can’t fix what Gary did.” I pushed away from his grasp, but I wasn’t strong enough. His fingers laced around my upper arms in a vice grip.
“Yes, I can.” The pain I saw flash through his eyes gutted me.
I tugged from his grasp and reached for my bra on the chair. “I’m fucking leaving.”
“The hell you are. You’re going to calm the fuck down, and we’re going to talk about this like adults.” He invaded my space, his rapid breath on my neck.
“I don’t need to talk to you. I don’t want to talk at all!” I shouted back.
His lips grazed my neck. “What do you want then?” His hand reached around and grabbed my breast. My body ignited at his touch. “Is this what you want?” The other hand wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer to him. My bare back flush against his chest. “You want to forget?”
Twirling me around, he pushed me against the wall, his lips crashing onto my neck. “Is that it? You want to not feel? Do you need to be fucked again?” His hands pinned mine over my head, and I felt his teeth scraping my collarbone.
“Cole.” My eyes closed.
“You want to feed your addiction, have at it.” He pulled my hand to his hard and ready cock.
“I fucking hate you,” I moaned, his fingers rubbing my clit as I stroked his girth.
“There’s a thin line between love and hate, you know that. I’ll let you use me, but not the pills, Katherine.” His lips came over mine, and I was done. My mouth parted for him and his tongue stroked mine, mimicking his fingers on my core.
When my moans grew louder, Cole tossed me on the edge of the dresser. My mouth watered, wanting to taste his cum. My hands gripped his thickness, stroking it hard. Though I wanted him, I needed to cause him pain. I needed to make him hate me so I could leave.
“You’re not complaining,” he murmured. His tongue flicked over my nipple. Once. Twice.
“I hate you,” I barked.
“You said that already. But your wet pussy is telling me something else.” He lowered to the floor, spreading my legs apart.
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