She doesn’t need that, doesn’t need to see me like this.
“I’m not myself right now…” I growl in warning. I hate that my father ruined our night together and that she had to see him hit me.
Blair doesn’t care about what I say obviously since a second later, I feel her dainty hand on my bicep. Her touch burns through me, and I shatter like a glass, exploding everywhere.
“You’re Cage Wilder, and that’s all that matters to me.” Her words only encourage the need swirling deep in my stomach. Like always, my cock rises to attention. She’s all I have, all that is here. I’m a fucking bastard because right now, I want to fuck her hard and fast, take my anger out on her. Punish her for all the things that are wrong in my life.
“What do you need, Cage? I’m here for you. Do you want to talk about it?”
A bitter laugh passes my lips, and I almost regret it when she flinches at the sound, but I’m too far gone, broken, and the only one that can save me is the beautiful nerd right in front of me. I have to have her.
Grabbing her by the hips, I guide her back toward the counter and reach for the waistband of her yoga pants. Gritting my teeth, I force myself to pause, to give her a chance to escape me, to say no.
“I want you. Hard and fast. I can’t be gentle right now.”
Hearing the need in my voice, she nods, and I shove the fabric, right along with her panties down her legs. In one swoop, she is naked from the waist down, and I grab her by the hips and place her on the counter.
Shoving my sweats down, I tug her to the edge and bring the tip of my cock to her entrance. Thrusting my hips, I’m inside of her. My jaw clenches and my insides twist at the warm heat that clenches around me. Paradise.
Blair’s fingers dig into my shoulders as she clings to me, pain flickers in her blue eyes. I feed on it, need it. I maneuver her, bending her knees, pushing them to her chest.
Snaking a hand beneath her head, I cradle the back of it, bringing us closer as I plow into her with a vicious need. I’m grasping for some type of control in my life, a life that isn’t my own. Pouring my pain and rage into each stroke, I let my eyes drift closed for a moment, soaking how her tight, slick channel strangles my cock.
“Fuck, you make all the pain disappear,” I hiss, and blink my heavy lust-filled eyes open. My gaze collides with Blair’s. Her big blues shine with pleasure, and her lips part on a gasp as I swivel my hips, my cock brushing against her g-spot.
“So good,” She pants, and I can feel the anger seeping out of me. I drill into her, harder and faster, holding her in place, using her. I can’t get enough, can’t get myself inside of her deep enough. I want to imbed myself inside of her.
Leaning forward, I take her mouth with a hunger that can only be sedated by her. She is the beauty, and I am the beast.
She starts to pulse around me, her muscles tightening, and I know she is close. There’s a tightening in my balls, and I know soon we’ll crest together.
“Come for me. Come all over my cock, milk me!” I growl against her swollen lips.
Blair shakes her head as if she’s trying to fight off the pleasure that is seconds away from pulling her under. Pistoning my hips, I thrust deeper, harder, grinding against her. The air in my lungs stills, and I know euphoric bliss is on the horizon.
Gritting my teeth, I feel the distinct ache in my balls. I’m going to fucking explode. Thankfully, Blair tips over the edge, her eyes fall closed, and her body trembles beneath mine a moment before she starts to pulse, making it impossible for me to move inside of her.
I can’t stifle the groan that rips from my throat. The feelings that engulf me at having her in my arms and feeling her fall apart are intense. There are no words.
Her orgasm brings on my own, and I explode deep inside her channel, flooding her with ropes of my warm release. Sagging forward, I press my forehead to hers. I hold us together until our pants become shallow breaths. Then the guilt