Chapter 81 Chapter 81

Chapter 81 Chapter 81
Caden

My heart still feels like a dead lump in my chest, but I lap at her as she rides my face, our movements choppy and harsh, as if it will fix everything between us if she just comes hard enough.

But it won’t. It doesn’t, not even when she screams out my name, gripping my head with her thighs and rolling her hips against my tongue over and over.
I can barely breathe. My face is mashed against her pussy, and she’s squeezing me so tight it’s like she’s trying to kill me.

But I don’t fucking care.
I don’t want to move.
I don’t want to let the bubble of this moment break.

As soon as her grip on me loosens enough for me to move, I haul her up into my arms. She’s still half dressed, her body limp with exhaustion and sated pleasure, and she feels tiny and fragile in my embrace as I carry her toward my bedroom. 

My stalled heart tries to beat harder at the feel of her curled up against my chest like this, and I clench my jaw as I fight back emotions I have no right to feel.

When I lay her down on my bed and shuck my clothes, she watches me with her full bottom lip clamped between her teeth. My cock springs free, painfully hard from being jammed up against my zipper while I humped the air and devoured her pussy like a horny fucking teenager.

I wrap my fist around it and stroke myself, and she sucks in a breath. Her rich brown eyes look dark and deep as endless pools, and when I crawl up onto the bed with her, she yanks her shirt off so fast it almost gets stuck on her head.

She reaches back with one hand to unclasp her bra, and when I settle between her legs, my cock sliding through her wet folds and breaching her entrance, she grabs my ass with both hands, urging me deeper and deeper until I’m buried inside her.
She’s wet. And tight.
So fucking tight.

She came so many times that her pussy is swollen and puffy, and she squeezes me like a vise as I draw out and thrust back in. Her hands stay on my ass, and she bumps her hips up to meet mine, her eyes closing as her face contorts with a mixture of agony and ecstasy.

“Harder,” she mutters, her voice strained. “Fuck me harder.”

She wants this to be a hate fuck.
She wants it hard and fast and dirty, the same way I abused her pussy out in the living room.

But for some reason, I don’t want to give her that. I don’t want to let her have that.

I can already feel an orgasm gathering at the base of my spine, my balls drawing up tight as she squeezes my shaft. But as I thrust in deep, even strokes, I lower my head and press my lips to hers.

Her body jerks, her eyes flying wide, and she tries to push me away, shoving at my chest. I don’t let her though. I cradle her jaw with one hand and delve my tongue into her mouth, tasting her and exploring her, sliding my tongue over hers as I breathe in her sweet scent.

I kiss her the way I might if I loved her, if the seed of something perfect between us hadn’t been poisoned by anger and lies.

I kiss her the way I might if there was any future between us.

The way I might if she were mine.

Gradually, incrementally, her body softens beneath me. Her legs wrap around my waist, holding me close, and her lips move against mine. I release her jaw to thread my fingers through her hair, and she grabs onto my shoulders, clinging to me as we move together.

I don’t last long. I can’t.

Before I’m ready for it, an orgasm tears through me. I explode inside her, thrusting in shallow pulses as I fill her up with my cum.

“Fuck, Kim. Oh, fuck,” I groan, resting my forehead against hers as I grind my hips in rough circles against her pelvis, my dick still twitching with aftershocks.

Our lips come together again in a dazed kiss. It’s slow and deep, and I think maybe I’d like to die here. Just like this. Wrapped up in her perfect warmth, my weight resting against her.

Then something shifts.
Her body, which was so warm and pliant beneath mine, goes stiff. She wrenches away from the kiss and shoves at my chest, and when I pull out of her and roll away, she scrambles off the bed like the mattress is on fire.

She snatches up her bra and t-shirt, her chest rising and falling fast. She’s fucking gorgeous like this, freshly fucked and claimed by me. Her skin is flushed, her blonde hair is wild and tousled, and my cum is dripping down her thigh.

A sight like this would make me crave another round immediately, if it weren’t for one thing—the look on her face.

The hatred that flashed across her features earlier is back, and this time, it’s not a fleeting expression. She clutches her clothes to her chest, her eyes flashing with fury like an avenging angel.

“Here’s one more truth, Caden,” she says in a low voice. “Since you want to know so bad. Every time I think of you and touch myself? I want to cut off my fucking hand afterward.”

She starts to turn, then stops, glancing back at me.
“And this?” Her hand sweeps out to encompass me, the bed, the whole fucking house. “This will never happen again.”

Without another word, without a backward glance, she disappears from the bedroom. I hear the rustling of clothing, a thump and a muffled curse, and less than a minute later the front door slams shut.

Swinging my legs off the side of the bed, I rest my elbows on my thighs, dropping my head.

“Yeah,” I mutter. Absently, I reach up to rub at my chest where my dead heart sits. “Yeah. I know.”

This will never happen again.

Of all the things Kimberley Smith has ever said to me, I believe those five words the most.