Page 50 of Dark Breaker

“I never wanted it,” he tells me.

I glance askance at him. “Oh really? Didn’t I just hear you call me beautiful? You want me.”

“Lots of women are beautiful,” he replies.

I sniff and turn away.

I feel his hand resting on my side. “But I do want you.”

“I don’t care,” I tell him. “I don’t want you.”

He removes his hand as if stung. Good. Let it sting.

“I think we should try not to talk to each other too much,” he continues. “We only get on each others nerves when we do.”

“Sounds good to me,” I reply.

“Let’s just focus on the physical side of our relationship,” he adds. “It’s where we work best together, I think.”

“I agree,” I tell him. “No talking.”

“Good, then it’s settled,” he says.

“Yup,” I agree. “I’m your fucktoy. And you’re mine.”

He chuckles softly. “You think I’m your fucktoy?”

“Uh huh,” I tell him. “You’re my boy toy. You dominate my pussy only because I let you.”

He laughs. “That’s an interesting way of looking at it.”

“It’s the only way,” I tell him.

“Shh, no talking, remember?” he says.

“Oh yeah, I forgot.”

His fingers enter my pussy and I squeeze my cunt eagerly. He gets me halfway there, and then spoons me, finishing the job with his cock.

We fuck on and off again for the rest of that night.

By the time morning comes I’m completely exhausted.

When he gets up, I want to join him in the shower, but all I can do is flop down again, my cunt feeling raw between my legs.

I smile contentedly.

Well, at least I won’t be wanting in the sexual department.

Still, a part of me wishes he’d at least be open to more.

Then again, I’m not sure I’m open to more myself.

Fabio

Ilet the shower water wash over me. I’ve set it to cold, hoping it’ll help wake me up. I slept so poorly last night. But mm-hm, what a night it was.