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She looks up at me, sensing the seriousness in my tone.
“I know you have a past,” I admit, hating myself with every word. “It’s important to me that you know I’m never going to hurt you… But I’m not a gentle fuck either. If this is something you’ll resent me for, I can stop.”
“Colter.”
“Yes.”
Abi looks me directly in the eyes. “Fuck me.”
Need coils up my chest and barrels out of my mouth in the form of a growl. My lungs burn when I can’t seem to suck in any more air, but I don’t let it so much as make me pause.
I lift Abi’s heels to my shoulder and line up at her entrance. With a hard, quick thrust, I impale her and watch as her eyes roll back. There’s a mixture of pleasure and pain written into her features, and I quickly press my thumb to her clit to help the former win out.
I pull out and slam into her again, and her shoulders sink with her arching back. “Do you like that?” I ask, my hands cupping her knees as I fuck her, hard and slow to start off.
“Yes,” she whines.
“You want more?”
“Faster,” she says on a breath of air. “Fuck me faster.”
I give a few more hard thrusts, studying her and enjoying the way her face contorts each time. Once again, I try to commit this to memory, unable to forget that one day soon she’ll be gone.
I’m not ready for it. Not ready to go back to the empty sex and cold bed. Not ready to go back to the lonely nights without even the hope of something more.
I’m not ready for this to end. So I fuck her, hard and slow, despite her protests. I go as long as I can before need takes control, and my vision blurs with ecstasy. Before long, I can’t hang on anymore, and my pace quickens. My grip on her knees moves to her hips, and I slam her into each thrust.
She screams to the point I can’t trust my walls to contain it, and I shove a pillow over face to muffle her, bending her legs into herself while I fuck her.
I hold the pillow steady as she screams her release, and then I throw it to the side. I flip her onto her stomach and pull her up onto her knees.
I shove my cock inside her from behind and clasp a hand over her mouth before she has a chance to moan.
“I like that you’re loud,” I say, my voice quaking as I pound into her. “When you come again, you’re gonna scream my fucking name, do you understand?”
She moans into my palm and I dig my fingers into her ass and put force behind my thrust. “Do you understand?”
She nods and I rest my hand on her lower back while I focus on doing my best work. I give it everything I have, holding nothing back. No insecurities slide their way into my mind, no disgust, no regrets. Nothing that I’m used to.
When her pussy grips me, I pull my hand from her mouth, and she lets out a long guttural moan, with my name attached to it.
“Colter,” she whines, her muscles slackening.
“One more,” I say, sweat dripping off my nose onto her back.
I fuck her until her muscles coil with tension yet again, begging to be released. I hold in my own orgasm, raging hot need boiling inside me. When her pussy grips me for a third time, I empty inside of her, my hands stilling on her waist and my calves tightening as I push up onto my toes.
The exhaustion hits me all at once, and I fall onto her back, kissing her sweaty flesh with my heavy lids sliding closed. I manage to undo the belt and free her wrists before sinking into my bed and pulling her into me.
“That was amazing,” she says, her chest rising and falling behind my palm.
I smile into her hair and kiss the back of her head. “I concur.”
She pulls herself from me and sits up, rubbing her eyes as if to regain her bearings. A laugh bubbles from her, and she turns to look at me. “And to think, I thought you were disgusted with me.”
“Disgusted with you?”
She nods. “You haven’t called me since the bar. I wouldn’t have blamed you.” She shrugs, sleepily. “I threw up on you.” She laughs. “I don’t think I would’ve called me either.”