“I knew you’d come around.” I got my fingers in her folds, and she writhed with pleasure while I held down her arms. “Whose scar is this?”ĭrawing my hand down her belly, I asked, “Whose is this?”Īfter untying her waistband, I grabbed a fistful of her sweatpants and yanked them down to just below the triangle between her legs. “Too late.” I put my free hand over the silver line left of her sternum. With her arms up, her breasts went higher, tighter. She started to get her hands at her waistband, but I grabbed her wrists and held them over her head firmly, but without aggravating her injury. I took my hand away from her and wiped the spit onto my dick, fisting it for her as she watched with her shirt pulled over her hard-kissed tits. All the way down.” She opened her throat, and I owned it, taking her breath away and giving it back. She closed her lips over them and pulled. She nodded, and I shoved them in her mouth. I swiped the drop of clear liquid off the tip with two fingers and placed them on her bottom lip.

When she looked at it the way she always did, like a lioness terrified of her prey but too hungry not to pounce, it throbbed harder. I kneeled over her as I undid my pants and pulled out my erection. “Answer me.” I twisted the other one and resumed sucking. “I really don’t give a shit.” I tweaked a nipple and sucked it between my teeth. “Then I’ll fuck you with your clothes on.” I pulled her shirt over her bare breasts. But I’m not stripping for you just because you say so.” She was going to push me off her, which meant she either needed space for talking or she was telling me to stop. You’re going to talk to me, or I’m going to take what’s mine.”Ī shade of her aggression wore away, and a few layers of confusion turned into attention. “Then are you going to be honest with yourself? Because I’m not as patient as you. “You tell me.” I leaned over her, knees on the bed, knuckles digging divots into the mattress. “Is this how it’s going to be?” The question was so pointed it had a vector all its own. “Are you going to take your clothes off, or am I going to do it?” She landed on her back, and I expected her to leap up and punch me in the face.

On the Edge by C.D. Reiss