Page 87 of Mimic

“Neither do you, apparently.”

She pulled the blanket around her and climbed off the bed. “Where the fuck are you going?”

“Tell me you don’t believe his lies.”

“Indie.”

“Tell me, Mimic. Tell me you don’t believe them. Tell me you know your mother loved you.”

I pulled my knees up and rested my elbows on them. Holding my head in my hands, I stared down between my legs. “I don’t fucking know that. I don’t know anything anymore.”

“And I don’t know anything about you. I thought I did.” Her head shook as she spoke the words that tore into my heart. Grabbing her clothes, she marched to the door.

“Don’t leave,” I rasped, and she stopped, her hand on the door.

She leaned her head against the wood. I climbed off the bed and stood behind her, my hands braced on either side of her head.

“Don’t leave me, Indie.” She shivered when my whispered words caressed her ear. She turned around and stared up at me.

“He was lying, Mimic. He wanted to break you. If you believed him, it means he won. He broke you.”

“Then put me back together,” I whispered right before my lips crushed hers. My mouth covered her lips, and her hands went to my waist, letting the blanket drop and pool at our feet.

My cock grew, almost as if reaching out for her. I pressed her against the door, pushing my pelvis against her belly. I swallowed her moans as she lifted on her toes trying to line us up.

“I’m gonna nut the minute I get inside you.”

“There are ways to make it last.”

She slid to her knees, taking my boxers with her. I stood there, much as I had the last time. My hands on the door, looking down at her as she took the head of my cock between her lips.

“Fuuuck,” I groaned, closing my eyes, trying so fucking hard not to come in her mouth immediately. She licked at the tip, her eyes locked on mine.

“Come for me, Mimic.”

She took me all the way to the back of her throat, then sucked me in further and swallowed. When her throat pulled at my dick, I wasn’t sure even a seasoned manwhore like Romeo could have held out. I slammed my fist on the door as I came.

“Fuck, Indie. Will it always be that fucking quick?”

She smiled and stood up, lifting her lips to mine. “No.” She pecked my lips and then slipped under my arm to move further into the room.

Taking my hand, she pulled me to the bed. We stood at the end of the bed, and she slipped her panties down her legs.

“You deserve someone better than me. Someone who hasn’t been broken the way I have.” I opened my lips to protest, and she placed her hand over my mouth. “But since you insist you want me. That you love me. I am choosing to believe you.”

She wrapped her hand around my hard cock, and I hissed. Everything she did felt fucking amazing. Just the feel of her hands on me, her fingers caressing my balls the way they were. The way her lips moved over my chest.

I closed my eyes, groaning. “I’m gonna fucking come again if you keep doing that.”

“I know. Don’t hold back. Come on me, Mimic. Mark me as yours.”

One hand stroked me while the other fondled my sac. She squeezed and tugged just the way I did in the shower. It was as if she knew exactly what to do. The hand pulling my length twisted as she slid over the head, gathering the pre-cum and using it toslide all the way to the hilt where she squeezed so hard I thought I might die.

My eyes locked onto her tits. She followed my gaze. “Touch them.” I snapped my head up and looked at her. “Am I yours?”

“Fuck yes, you’re mine.” My hands squeezed her hips.

“Then my body is yours. Touch me. Anywhere and everywhere.”