Page 74 of Personal Foul

“Look at you. How fucking eager you are. Doing everything I say.” He kisses me then, finally giving me what I want most. The taste of him on my lips again and the tender stroke of the tip of his tongue against mine. I roll my hips, trying to get more friction against my clit, silently begging him for it. He slides two fingers inside me, giving me steady firm strokes while he continues to tease my clit with his thumb, and I turn into an embarrassing mess under his attention.

“That why you came over here in such a hurry tonight? Needed me to hate fuck this cunt so you could finally come? Or have you been using the toy I gave you?”

I nod, and he uses his thumb under my chin to push my head up.

“Use your words, Princess. And look at me.”

I open my eyes and meet his.

“Yes, I need you, and yes, I’ve been using it.”

“And thinking about me?”

“Always.”

He smirks, a little rumble of appreciation rolling through his chest.

“Tell me what you think about.”

“Your hands. Your tongue. The way you talk to me.”

“Where do we fuck, Princess? In your shower? On your floor?”

“Yes,” I breathe as he picks up the pressure and the pace of his strokes.

“And this cunt belongs to me every time, doesn’t it?”

“East…” I sigh his name as he gives me more direct pressure on my clit and his hand tightens around my throat.

“Doesn’t it?” His tone is hard, demanding.

“Yes.”

“The truth is, Princess; it might not all be pretend. I think I might actually hate you a little bit right now. For helping me figure out I had a heart, just to turn around and break it the way you are.”

The words cut like a million tiny knives to my own heart.

“East, I’m sorry. That’s not what I meant to do,” I whisper.

“Oh no. You should own it, Princess. Making me watch you from a distance. Letting everyone else help you but me. That’s a special kind of torture.”

“I didn’t mean for it to be that way.” I can feel the tears start to come, and I try to hold them back.

He pulls his hands away abruptly, “Go get on my bed while I get a condom.”

I do as he asks, watching as he pulls one out of his nightstand and puts it on. I take a breath, centering myself. Trying to focus on the task at hand.

“How do you want me?” I whisper.

THIRTY-ONE

Easton

“How do you want me?”she asks, her voice just above a whisper. Hoarse like she’s on the edge of crying. I’ve fucked up by saying too much. By telling her too much about how I feel instead of just taking what she’s willing to give tonight. I’ve got to pull myself together and stop being in my head so deep. Stop wallowing in how raw I feel and make this good for her. Give her something we both need right now.

“On your back, Princess. Arms above your head stretched out and arch your back for me. Just like that photo of you I love so much.”

She does as I ask, and fuck if it isn’t the hottest thing I’ve seen in my life. Her naked with nothing but her sexy little socks on, doing everything I want.