Page 75 of Not Another Dark Romance

“Please,” I beg, my voice a hoarse whisper. “Please, I’m gonna…”

“Not yet,” he growls, and then he’s pulling out, leaving me empty and aching. I cry out in protest, but he’s already yanking me up to a standing position. My shirt is sticking to my skin, wet and cold, and I shiver. “Last chance before I come in your ass and make you mine. Forever. You wanted me to stop? Go ahead and try, but I will catch you. That’s a promise, Sweetness.”

The world spins, my legs are shaking, my ass is throbbing in a deep, satisfying ache. I’m a full-blown mess. My shorts are pulled down around my thighs, exposing my leaking cock.

I’m desperate for release, but then there’s a hand on my back that sends me stumbling forward. “Run. Run if you want to live.”

Pure instinct takes over, a primal instinct to the threat behind me, and I take off running. I kick my shorts off, leaving them behind as I sprint into the darkness in a wet, muddy, ruined T-shirt and jock.

He doesn’t wait long. His footsteps are right behind me, and I risk looking over my shoulder to see his looming masked form in the moonlight. He’s gaining on me, his long legs eating up the distance, and before I know it, he’s tackling me to the ground again.

“Too fucking easy,” he growls as I attempt to catch my breath. “Now, I’m going to finish what I started.”

He pushes my hips up again, and he’s inside me in one thrust. The aggressive intrusion is welcome.

“Your slutty hole just sucked me back in.” The words have a bite to them, and he grips my hair, yanking my head back, and it only deepens the angle of his cock filling me.

“Touch yourself. Come for me, whore.”

My hand finally slides into my jock, wrapping around my cock to start working it frantically. The friction is exactly what I need while being taken roughly from behind.

“I’m coming!” I shout in a hoarse scream. My cock pulses all over the dirty earth below me. It’s the most intense orgasm of my life. A mind-blowing, earth-shattering release that leaves me trembling and breathless.

Zane is spewing nonsense as he comes, moaning as he stills deep inside of me. He lets his weight collapse on top of me while we both breathe heavily, catching our breath after the intensity of what we just did.

Eventually he lets out a disbelieving laugh. “My god, Little Psycho, that was so intense. Are you okay?”

I nod below him, still calming down from the adrenaline. “Yes. That was amazing.”

“Holy shit, it really was. Was it what you hoped? Did I take anything too far?”

“Not too far at all,” I confirm. “It was even better than I’d imagined, honestly. Holy shit, that was hot, Zane. We’re definitely doing this again.”

I can hear the smile in his voice as he responds. “Good. Now, let’s get you off this wet ground. God, we must be filthy.”

He pulls out of me, and his cum starts to leak from my stretched hole. I feel so disgusting, and I don’t even care, letting it run down my balls as I lay there. Zane bends down to scoop me up.

“I packed you a change of clothes in the truck. Come on, I’ll carry you. You’ve done enough tonight.” He pulls me up, and I go willingly, then his mouth is on mine for a filthy kiss. I sink into the feel of his lips on mine before he’s pulling away far too soon. “On my back.”

I jump up, wrapping my legs around his waist. His cum is oozing out of my hole now from being wide open like this, and it sends a shiver up my spine.

“Fuck, I’m so cold.”

“I know, we’ll get you all nice and toasty warm when we get back to the truck, and then I’ll run you a bath when we get home. How about I order us a pizza too?”

“Sounds perfect,” I agree, smiling as I tuck my face into the crook of his neck.

When we get back to the truck, he pulls off all my wet clothes and throws them into the back of it. Then he’s drying me off with a towel and putting his sweatpants on me. I doze off in the car, and after we’re home and he’s bathed and fed me, he pulls me into his arms in bed.

I’m completely wrung out from tonight, though I want to talk more. I want to tell him how amazing it was, how much I appreciate him, maybe even tell him I love him. But my eyelids are too heavy, and I can’t find the words before sleep wins.

34

Mason’s pink curls are the first thing I see when I open my eyes, and I smile to myself at the bright reminder of how much better my life is now with him in it, how different it was just a couple of months ago when I couldn’t imagine waking up with the same person every morning, let alone another man.

His head is resting on my chest with one arm wrapped around my waist and a leg bent over mine. It fills me with a sense of peace that he clings to me like this, even in sleep. That he feels so safe with me even after everything we’ve been through.

I can’t believe I almost killed him.