Page 122 of When There Was You
“Good fucking girl,” he says in reward.
He unmercifully takes what’s his, driving into me possessively and holding me hostage with my shorts tethering me in place. Each thrust claims and dominates, and when he removes his hand, I nearly cry from how much I need this, want this.
Not this…him.
“You drive me fucking insane,” he grits out. “I want you every second of every day. Your body. Your mind. Your heart.” He grips both of my hips as his impaling strokes pound into me.
I’m too full of sensations to respond, my breaths coming hard and fast. All I can do is take it, give in to it, and enjoy the ride.
My release, still undulating through me in slow waves, starts shifting into something…different. In this position, my man’s big dick spins new magic in combination with my pussy rubbing against the angled hood. My cries grow louder and faster.
Butch knows. “That’s it, baby. Give it to me. Give it all to me.”
A second orgasm rips through me as Butch growls his approval. I’m delirious as he continues his assault, hands digging into my hips. He holds me in place and drives into me with delicious force—my center spasming around him where we’re joined.
“I love how…we fit…baby.” His words come out strained. “How…perfect you…are. I will…never get enough…of you…of this.”
All I can do is whimper, his words swimming in my soul. We are perfection.
Butch quickens, roaring out his own release as he spills into me. We both gasp for air, our chests heaving as his body cocoons around mine.
It’s minutes before we speak.
“You okay, baby?” he murmurs.
“I loved every second.”
“You’re turning me into an animal.”
“I don’t even recognize myself, in a good way. And…I trust you.” Something I wasn’t sure I could do again.
His lips brush my shoulder. “You’ll always be safe with me, Jacqui.”
The followingweek when Tanya and I cross paths in the ladies’ room, her appearance is again slightly disheveled. A hundred barbs linger on my tongue about how she’s screwed her way to the top and effectively fucked me too, but I’m not a shrew.
She senses my heavy stare and glares at me in the mirror. “What?” she snaps.
“You don’t have to…” I pause, lathering my hands. How do I word this?
“Spit it out, Barbie.” She’s two sinks down, pumping soap into her palm.
God, she’s a bitch.“You don’t have to do what you’re doing.”
“What am Idoing?”
She knows exactly what I mean. “With Don.”
“Mind your own damn business.” She shuts off the water, leans toward the towel dispenser, and yanks a few out.
“Itismy business when your actions affect me. Assignments are being distributed based on something other than merit. You think I don’t know it was you who complained?”
“I deserve everything I get.”
On that we can agree.“Do you know Don has tried getting inmypants? And likely many others before us?” I dry my hands more roughly than needed.
She shrugs, applying a new coat of lipstick. “Guess you were too stupid to see a good thing when you had the chance.”
A dumbfounded scoff leaves my lips. “Yeah…no thanks.”
