Page 54 of Ricochet
“Fuuuck.” He hugged me to his chest, and all coherent thoughts left my body.
“Oh my God,” I breathed against his skin. The scent was driving me wild, and when he stood there, frozen inside of me, I started moving my hips, looking for friction. “Please, Kieran.”
“You want this?” He pulled out, and before I could protest, he slammed inside again, holding my hips in a punishing grip. “You want me to fuck you, baby?”
“Yes, yes.”
“I can’t hear you, Phee.”
“Fuck me!” I screamed, “Please, give it to me.”
“I am going to bury myself so deep inside of you,” he kissed my lips, “so, so deep, you will never forget who you belong to.”
“Just move, goddammit.” He chuckled against my lips, and for a moment, I thought he would stop. But no. Kieran started fucking me, really, really fucking me. He pressed against my clit, sending wave after wave of pleasure through my body.
The dresser shook beneath me, hitting the wall with every onslaught he made on my body, but I couldn’t care less. I imagined we were other people, just two lovers after a big fight, fucking it out.
I imagined he loved me and I loved him, and we would lay in bed after this, sharing stories from the previous day. He wasn’t the man who betrayed my trust, and I wasn’t the girl who destroyed his soul.
“Kieran!”
“Yes, that’s right.”
His dick should’ve gotten a fucking medal or something, because holy Jesus Christ, I could almost feel him in my womb. He rolled his hips, hitting that sweet spot, and between the pressure he had on my clit, and the strokes between my legs, my orgasm was building with a fast pace.
“I’m… I’m gonna—”
“Are you going to come for me?” he asked breathlessly, the sheen of sweat rolling over his temple.
“Yeees. Please, please, please,” I chanted.
“Not yet.” He bit my lower lip, “Not until I give you permission.”
“Kieran… I-I can’t.”
“Wait.”
“Oh dear Satan, fuck, shit…” My legs were shaking, the need to move away and come closer to him rushing through me.
“You feel so fucking good.” He dropped his forehead on mine. “So fucking good. So fucking tight.”
I squeezed my inner walls, trying to stop my orgasm, as he snarled and claimed my mouth once again. His hips pistoned against mine, and I dropped one hand to hold onto the dresser.
“Come for me, Phee. Come on.”
“Oh. My. God!” I screamed as he pinched my clit. “I’m going to—”
“Yes, come on.”
“Fuuuuck.” My body started shaking as his hands enveloped around me, with his dick emptying inside me.
“Jesus fuck.”
The black dots danced in front of my eyes, and all I wanted was to stay in his arms forever. In this cocoon of warmth, of happiness. But reality started creeping in, and we both stiffened at the same time, realizing what we’d just done. I could see Cynthia’s lifeless body behind Kieran’s back, staring at us, probably cursing me from the other side.
He detached himself from me, pulling his dick out. Warmth trickled out of me, and another frightening realization crawled into my mind.
“Did you just fuck me without a condom?”
