Page 141 of A Wreck, You Make Me

“What?”

While my voice was a little higher than before, his stays calm. His face stays calm too, although unforgivable. The ridges of his abs stand out in stark relief now that he’s sitting, making them look hard and unforgivable too. Then, “Convince me to give it back to you. Tell me why.”

“You—”

“And I’m going to sit here and listen,” he says before sprawling his thighs wide and sliding down a little. He also goesahead and lowers the waistband of his sweatpants, setting his cock free, causing my eyes to go wide and my breaths to stutter. He leaves the band just under his balls, making them look even more swollen and large than they usually do. And then, palming his length with one hand and still clutching the case with the other, he looks me straight in the eye. “While I stroke my cock.”

“I don’t?—”

“And if you convince me to give it back to you, successfully, I’ll come wherever you tell me to. Even if it means letting my cum go to waste and not feeling the snug walls of your pussy around my cock. But if you don’t, I’m coming in your period pussy and flushing this down the toilet.”

My chest heaves. “This is crazy.”

“Your time starts now,” he says, going up and down his cock.

I watch his hand, slow and deliberate, and feel a tug in my core. “You’re not serious, are you?”

“If all you’re going to do is stand there,” he says, his voice low and rough, “and watch me like a slut hungry for my cock, when it’s time for me to come, I’m going to put you on your back and nut in your pussy anyway. So you might as well use this time and try to save yourself.”

I suck in my belly and my skin breaks out in goosebumps. “Shepard, you’re?—”

“I’m more prone to listening if you’re doing the talking from down on your knees.”

“You—”

“Tick tock, Little Whore.”

My heart is beating in my throat. It’s beating on my tongue. My knees, my belly. My bleeding pussy. My heart is beating everywhere that I feel him in this moment. It’s beating in my empty womb that I want to cradle as I do as he says.

Wearing his jersey that he put on me last night before he taught me how to ride his dick, I kneel down in front of him andhis nostrils flare. Like he likes it so much, and I know he does. And not only because his dick throbs and oozes precum. I lick my lips at the sight of that, and a low growl emerges from him.

Then, fisting my hands at my sides, I say in a small voice, “I-I need it back.”

His jaw clenches. “You needwhatback?”

I blush. “M-my pills.”

“If you’re asking me for something, maybe you should start with please,” he taunts, still playing with his dick, his muscles twitching.

I blush harder. “I… need my pills back, please.”

His chest moves with a breath. “Better.”

“Shepard—”

He shakes his head. “Tell me why.”

I swallow. “Because we are having sex.”

“So?”

“So you a-always…”

“I always what?”

I lick my lips, now constantly watching his hand playing with his dick. “You a-always come inside me.”

He groans, his body arching slightly with the pleasure, and I clench my thighs at how empty I feel. “I do, don’t I?”