Page 36 of Crucified By the Dark
“When we’re done, and you’re nothing but a writhing mess begging me to stop, you’re going to tell me what’s going on inside your head.” She tried to turn her head away, but he kept the grip on her throat firm. “I can always get back out and jerk off on a rock. I’ve done it before.” Her hand tightened around his shaft, and he nudged into her pussy’s entrance, so just the head rubbed around and begged for entry. “So you need to promise you’re not going to change your mind. What is it going to be, Morry?”
He ran his thumb over her jawline as she thought. Even though he couldn’t see her eyes well in the dark, he could feel her stormy gaze on him as if weighing his words.
“Are you threatening to withhold sex?”
Jeremy smirked as he leaned down and nipped at Morry’s bottom lip. He ran his tongue playfully along the soft skin, and the moment she opened for him, he kissed her like he was never going to see her again. She moaned and gripped his shoulders hard, her nails digging in. Breaking the kiss, he kept his lips against hers.
“I’m just making sure this is a two-way relationship, and if sex is the bullet I’ve got, then I’m asshole enough to use it.” Jeremy felt her smile against his lips. He pictured her beautiful features and the way her eyes sparkled with humor.
“Fine, you win… this time. I promise,” she grumbled before grabbing his face and resuming the kiss with a fierceness that blanked out all other thought other than burying himself deep inside of her.
“Fuck, you’re killing me,” he groaned, pressing his hips forward enough to slip his cock inside her.
Morry wrapped her legs around his waist, and the new position allowed him to sink deeper. He groaned as she moaned in his ear—such a sweet sound.
“Fuck, you feel good,” she said. “Fuck me like I’ve been a bad girl.”
“You want me to punish your pussy, do you,” he said as he started to move his hips with short jabs.
Releasing his shoulders, Morry slipped her hands between their bodies. He lifted up enough to give her access to rub at her clit or slip a finger into the mix, but she took him by surprise as her hands wrapped around his cock and her finger slipped under his balls.
“Oh damn, that’s incredible,” he growled. The new sensation was better than any cock ring. Her finger slid along the sensitive skin leading to his ass. “Woman, you’re going to make me come too soon,” he said as he slammed into her harder. The blanket under them slid with his movements, and with only a few thrusts, her head was touching the front seat. “Fuck, what is it with shit sliding around on us?”
Grabbing Morry by the waist, he lifted her off the bed of the Hummer and rolled over so she was on top. The ceiling was low, but it didn’t stop Morry from picking a rhythm that had him burning up. He was torn between grabbing the sexy tits bouncing in front of his face or her ass. Gripping her ass helped her keep pace, so he leaned up the short distance to suck on the nipple, teasingly brushing against his cheek.
He wanted to know every little thing about Morry. One thing he learned was that she had the sexiest little tell when she was close to coming. Her body would shudder, and she would close her eyes as she bit her lip. The pure pleasure written on her face was something that he never wanted to forget.
A soft whimper escaped her, and Morry’s movements became erratic as she drew close. He shouldn’t be this pent-up, but he was ready to come when she did.
“Come for me, Morry,” he said, releasing the nipple he was teasing to get a better grip on her ass and stare at the rapture on her face. He didn’t want to miss this. If she let him, he would fucking take a photo of this moment and keep it forever as his screen saver. “Yeah, that’s it right there,” he growled and thrust up hard into her.
She was incredible. There was no other word for it. Her moans were so close together it sounded more like one long one than a bunch of smaller ones, but with the first twinge of her thighs, Jeremy knew what was coming.
“Oh fuck, Jeremy,” Morry yelled, and like a stunning piece of artwork, she froze and arched her back until her head touched the roof as her fingers dug into his pecs.
Jeremy realized that, somewhere along the line, he’d fallen in love with her. It was dangerous, but this intimate moment between them drove home just how deeply he felt. He’d seen the dark side of life and could be dead tomorrow. So whatever time he had left, he wanted to spend it with Morry.
Giving her a few moments to enjoy the orgasm on its own, he held still. But then he let loose and hammered his hips into her as he claimed her. She was his. He didn’t give a fuck who joined the Legions or who popped up from Morry’s past. If another man looked at her in a way he didn’t like, he would break their face and bury them six feet under.
“Fuck me, Morry. Fuck,” he yelled through clenched teeth as his back arched off the makeshift bed.
He held her hips down hard onto his cock and felt himself bottoming out. And yet, it never seemed like enough. The powerful orgasm gripped Jeremy in a chokehold stealing the air from his lungs. He tried to yell but couldn’t. Wrapping his arms around Morry’s back, he pulled her down so they lay skin to skin as he continued to pound into her until he was spent, and both were panting.
Jeremy held her snug to his body and never wanted to let go. He almost blurted out how he felt when she cuddled closer, sighing and rubbing her cheek on his chest. That would’ve been a stupid move, and he had to bite his cheek hard to keep those three little words from slipping out. There was no doubt in his mind that she would’ve run for the hills.
“I don’t think I ever loved Andrew,” she said. Jeremy didn’t say anything. He just let her talk. “Did I ever tell you how we ended up married?”
“No.”
“To say my house was strict would’ve been an understatement. I was allowed to do three things growing up: school, more school, and learn to fight. I have four older brothers. My mom passed away when I was five, so between my brothers and my father, I lived in a home of overprotective males. I loved it and hated it.”
Jeremy kissed the top of her head and then grabbed the edge of the blanket, pulling it over them.
“I was accepted into the army as a cadet at nineteen and decided to celebrate with others who made it through. Andrew was there partying with all of us. We’d been dating by then, but it was typical teenage dating with movies and hanging out with friends or the odd party.” She sighed.
“It was supposed to be a fun night, and we were both hammered. One moment of forgetting to use a condom later, and you get the idea. God, I was so terrified to tell my father I was pregnant. It took me weeks to build up the courage, and I only said something when I decided that if I wanted the child, I needed to tell my commanding officers and drop out until I could reapply.” She sighed and wiped her face. “I’ve never regretted a single day with my son, but I wish every day that I’d never married Andrew when he proposed.”
“Let me guess, he did it to be noble and do the right thing,” Jeremy asked, barely managing to hold back the snort of disgust as he thought over what Andrew had said to him.
