“I made love to you before. Now, I’m just going to fuck you…”

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When I woke up I found she was gone. As if nothing had happened, as if we’d never shared that super intense moment together, as if she’d never even been there. So what am I doing here now, waiting by her door like a lost puppy?

Once upon a time I’d let my ex walk all over me. That is not going to happen with her. Lost in my thoughts, I almost miss the rattling sound of the elevator. As Jennie steps out of it, she sizes me up and slumps down next to me with a sigh.

“You cut your hair,” she says, ruffling through my locks. “Looks good.” I’m fully prepared for venom and snarl, but the defeated sound in her voice unnerves me.

“Just tell me one thing and I’m out of your hair,” I say. “You owe me that much.” Not a question, just a fact, and I hoped my voice conveys that.

“You’re a stubborn little thing, aren’t you?” she says. “Okay, let’s hear it.”

I turn my eyes to her. “Why can’t you look at me?”

“What are you talking about?” she snaps.

“You know damn well what I’m talking about,” I say, the frustration almost getting the better of me. “We fucked a few times, and each time we had fun, didn’t we? But in spite of that, you’ve yet to look me in the eyes.” I let out a dejected laugh. “For what it’s worth, until last week I wasn’t even sure I’d get a kiss out of you.”

“I’m sorry if I’m not a romantic sap like you. What are you going to do about it?” she says.

“Funny you should ask. I’ve thought about it.” She raises an eyebrow questioningly, and I stand up. “I’m going to fuck you one last time. And then I’ll be gone for good.”

Jennie laughs. “No way. I knew you were crazy, but not that crazy. Get your fix with someone else, will you. I’ve got better things to do.”

I nod. “That’s what I thought,” I say under my breath, hoping she’ll take the bait. She stops me as I start to walk away.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well, you’re obviously scared,” I say, shrugging my shoulders.

“I’m not scared,” she roars, her hands balled in a fist, unable to look at me.

I take a step forward. “So prove it.”

She laughs, bitterly. “Oh, you magnificent bitch. I fell right into your trap.”

“Yes, you did,” I confirm, knowing I have her on the ropes. “What’s it going to be then? One last fuck, and I’m out of your hair.”

“For good?” she asks.

“For good,” I swear.

She lets out an exasperated sigh and stands up. “Fine, then. Let’s do it.”

She leads me inside. As soon as she has closed the door, I pin her to the wall. “I don’t have handcuffs,” I whisper in her ear, “but I have something worse.”

“What’s that?” she asks, her voice hoarse with barely disguised excitement.

“You touch me, I stop touching you,” I reply.

“You wouldn’t…” she says, her shocked expression amusing me.

“Try me,” I whisper in her ear. “I said we’d do it my way, remember.” I grab her hair and tug, knowing how it turns her on like nothing else. I can’t resist the temptation to nuzzle her neck, breathing in her scent. Cigarettes, musky perfume, warm skin. I can tell she’s not used to being in this role, and in truth, neither am I. She must be wondering what monster she let out of its cage.

I grab her wrist and guide her to the bed, where she waits for my next step. My hand wraps around her throat, pushing her back. I peel off her jeans and let my tongue do the tricks I know drive her crazy, the ones that make her lose control. She’s desperately trying not to reach for my hair, but in the end, I’m too good.

I stop eating her out, and hear a mutter of disapproval. “I told you the rules. You gonna behave?” I ask her.

“You gonna let me come?” she responds, breathless.

I dive back in, my hand still at her throat. I’m loath to admit it, but there’s something about her pussy I just can’t resist. Her lips engorged and untrimmed, just begging for me to lick and suck them. I eat her out until she comes, but I’m hungry for more. Her willpower is stronger than I expected; she keeps her hands off me, fingernails digging into the headboard. As her back arches through her second orgasm, she lets out a stream of curses and our eyes finally lock. Her expression is defiant, even in the afterglow of orgasm.

I laugh. “I’m not done with you yet. I may not have handcuffs but I didn’t come empty-handed.” I pull a strap-on from my bag. Its base is thick but it’s shaped like a corkscrew. I bought it on a whim, thinking it looked interesting. “I suppose you know what this is?” I say, dangling the oddly shaped sex toy in front of her face. “Then I suppose you also know what I’m going to do to you with it?” I move a little closer to her. “First things first, though…”

I’m moving the toy towards her mouth, and that gets her undivided attention. Once, in the throes of passion, she blurted out what a turn-on it would be for her to suck on a plastic cock. Now I’m intending to fulfill that wish.

I make a show of slipping into the harness, and for a few seconds I feel weird with this thing hanging from my hips. But then I see the naked hunger in her eyes and my doubt vanishes.

I feel sexy. I feel powerful. I feel… A sudden thought strikes me. This is who I’m supposed to be. I owe this new confidence to her, and if it’s the last time we hook up, I want to thank her properly.

Within moments, she’s kneeling on the floor, mouth wide open, arms behind her back. I grab her hair and guide her mouth onto my plastic cock. I haven’t told her that there’s a vibrator at the base teasing my clit; she can discover that for herself.

It looks so dirty – me, my hands on my hips as I watch her on her knees, looking up at me, bobbing her head up and down on the dildo… No, it isn’t dirty, it’s just right. Just how it’s supposed to be. She must know that seeing her like this will make me want to throw her on her back and fuck her till we’re both out of our minds.

“Ready to get fucked?” I ask. She raises an eyebrow, mouth still around my cock. “You heard me. I made love to you before. Now, I’m just going to fuck you.”

I’ve already had an orgasm from the pressure of her enthusiastic sucking, but it was only a small, if gratifying, appetizer. Now I’m ready for the main course, and from the way she lies back, legs spread, I’d say she is too.

“Give it your best shot,” she says. She just can’t resist making a snarky retort. Let’s see if I can’t render her speechless.

She’s already soaked from me eating her, so I grab her by the hips, making her squeal delightfully. Entering her and finding a rhythm is a bit awkward at first, but soon enough I get a handle on it and start to rock forward steadily. It’s making her squirm and moan, lost in the sensation.

I start slamming into her, putting my whole body weight into it, my hips thrusting hard. Lovey-dovey stuff, be damned. If I can’t have her, I want to make sure she’ll never get fucked better than this.

My nails are digging into her butt cheeks and when I sense her receptive body stiffen, I pull out almost entirely. I’m inside her just enough for the ridges around the head of the toy to keep tormenting her, but there’s not enough pressure to allow her to reach nirvana. I’m not ready for that to happen quite yet.

“Look at me,” I order her.

“What…” she starts, but I don’t let her finish.

“Look. At. Me,” I repeat, punctuating each word with a rapid thrust of my hips. She lets out a surprised squeal. I love these little squeals and I’ll make sure I hear as many of them as I can.

Her lovely eyes meet mine. Finally, we’re connected. Forehead to forehead, eyes to eyes, body to body. Soul to soul. It’s everything I craved, everything sex is meant to be. Can she feel it as well?

Her mouth is slightly ajar, her beautiful eyes glazed over, and I don’t think she could close them if she wanted to. She’s too far gone.

“Are you ready to come?” I ask. She nods, her eyes still locked on mine. “Then come,” I purr, my voice low, burying the dildo all the way inside her with a snap of my hips.

A hoarse yell tells me I’ve done it. I’ve finally fucked her the way she deserves. The way she needs.

“What was that?” she whispers. Her first words. After I’d made her come, she’d suddenly taken charge again, pushed me on my back and ridden me until she was exhausted. I didn’t mind, it was quite an experience to see her so out of control, so enslaved to her needs… Her hands had been busy, toying with my sensitive nipples until we’d screamed together and she’d slumped on me. Now we’re lying on her bed, one of her arms draped lazily over me. Everything should feel so right…

“You tell me,” I say, suddenly weary. I shrug out of the strap-on. I feel so tired but I’m not sure I should stay here – I’d promised her one last fuck, and I’d delivered.

Just as I’m about to put on my jeans I hear her voice, tiny and scared.

“Wait,” she whispers. I look at her and she’s grinning impishly. “You wanted to prove something, but so do I. And I can’t let you leave before I have.”

My face scrunches up in confusion and she goes on. “Remember the first time you made love to me?” I lick my lips. I couldn’t forget it if I wanted to. “Let’s see if I can jog your memory…”

If I could frame that moment, I would. She has me sit down in the chair I had first seen her sitting in and then she moves towards me on all fours, just like I had the first time. Her pale skin is still glistening, the scent of sex thick on her, and she’s never been so beautiful.

“I think it went something like this…”

She starts eating me out. This is different. Our sex sessions have always been loud and frantic, orgasms hitting us like freight trains out of nowhere until we pass out. But now, I feel a fire slowly creeping up on me, starting with a tingling in my toes and spreading through my body.

I don’t think I’ve ever had anyone take so much care licking me, and she delights in being so tantalizingly slow, coaxing pleasure from me as gently as she can. She’s seen me tremble, go rigid and moan many times before, but never like this. It’s delicious and infuriating.

When I do come in an all-consuming eruption, she smiles.

“See, told you I wasn’t scared,” she says and kisses me, gently nursing me back to life. Finally, she pushes me back on the bed and joins me with a satisfied sigh. I wrap my arms around her, and as her eyelids flutter closed, ready for a well-deserved rest, she says one word.


I pull her even closer to me. “I’m here, babe,” I whisper. “I’m here.”

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