Page 61 of Firefly
“I’m not going to go easy,” I warn, and she glances over her shoulder to look at me with hooded eyes.
“Didn’t think you would,” she says before I slam into her.
Flashes of everything I’ve witnessed tonight cloud my vision as I pound into the chick. I wrap my fist in her hair and pull roughly as fury and rage take over. I dig my fingers into her hip as I take all this pent up emotion and slam it into her brutally. She moans and meets me thrust for thrust. Her cunt tightens around my length while her body shivers against me.
“Fuck yes. I-I’m going to cum,” she screams as I pull out, only to slam into her harder. I squeeze my eyes shut and picture my Firefly taking my cock like the good girl she is, and then that familiar tingle races up my spine as Rosie’s cunt flutters around me. I groan, feeling her orgasm dripping, then I pull out and nut on her ass, whispering Ophelia’s name.
I stand here for a second with my dick still hard as a fucking rock in my hand, panting while Rosie heaves for air. I let go of her hair and take a step back.
What the fuck am I doing?
That’s all I can think of?
What the fuck are we doing?
This is not how it's supposed to be.
This is not how I thought seeing her again and being this close to her would be like.
Now.
Now we are becoming versions of ourselves that should never be, and I’m not sure there’s a way to stop it without this all ending in bloodshed.
Fuck!
By the time she leaves, I feel worse instead of better.
Used up, angry and hollow.
Because no matter how many girls I drag into my bed… none of them are Ophelia.
I stand in the middle of my apartment staring blankly at the wall for maybe five whole minutes before finally grabbing my keys again.
Bad idea.
Terrible idea.
But I’m already out the door before common sense catches up.
The warehouse parking lot is empty when I return.
Music still echoes faintly inside, but I find him almost immediately. Tattooed asshole from earlier. The one with his dick inside my Firefly.
My pulse goes dead calm.
Dangerously still.
I walk straight toward him as he lays on the hood of his car smoking without a care in the world.
“Yo!” I shout, and he sits up then looks at me lazily with a grin.
“There’s blondie’s boyfriend,” he says, and I see red.
I grab him by the throat so fast he barely gets a sound out before I slam him backward onto the hood hard enough to dent the metal beneath him. “You touched her.” My voice comes out terrifyingly steady.
Tattoo guy coughs out a laugh despite my hand crushing his throat.
“Touched a lot more than that.”
