Page 32 of Battle Scars

“Don’t come, baby,” he says, stroking his cock in his fist. Tracking my movements.

“No,” I whisper, but I’m shaking so bad. My whole body quakes as my orgasm builds, and I rub my center faster and faster.

“Don’t come.”

And then it happens. Sensation rolls over me like a tidal wave, and I gasp his name as I find my release.

“Gabe.”

“I do like my name on your lips when you come, baby,” he says as he wraps his hand around my ankle and flips me to my belly, my pussy still quivering. “But I told you not to.”

His palm lands flat on my backside, and my skin stings.

Then another one cracks against the other cheek, and it burns too.

And then each of my upper thighs, but the burn is morphing, building into something else. I anticipate it. I want it. I want more.

He grips my hips in his hands and pulls me up to my knees, his hand pressing on my back, shoving my chest into the bed. He uses his thigh to push my legs wide, and then he’s there.

I feel him—the very tip of him—at my center. I hold my breath in anticipation, and it whooshes out of my lungs in a big gust as he drives deep inside me. His hands on my hips keep me on my knees; otherwise, the power behind his thrust would have knocked me flat.

And then he moves, plunging in and out of my waiting pussy in sure and strong strokes. With his knees holding my legs open, his palm at my back pressing me down, and his hand at my hip pinning me in place for him, I’m at his mercy. I can do nothing but take him, take his fucking, and I don’t want anything else.

My senses are overwhelmed. Even though I just came, pressure is building within me again in a way I know there is no holding it back. And not just that, but when this wave crashes down upon me, it will ravage me in a way no other ever has.

“Navarro,” I pant. I’m close, so very close to the edge.

“Gabe,” he growls in reply as he pounds into me. He thrusts his hand up my back and into my hair, gripping it, pulling it, twisting my head so I can see him over my shoulder. He looks savage and fierce as he takes me. “When I fuck you, you call me Gabe.”

“Gabe,” I cry out as pleasure rolls over me like a thunderstorm. My body shakes, and I’m helpless to do anything but dig my fingertips into the mattress and hold on.

“Fuck, yes,” he growls as he pounds into me harder and harder. His name on my lips seems to make him lose all control, and he fucks me wildly.

He drives deep one last time, holding me tight. So tight I’ll have marks on my hip from his fingertips in the morning, and then he comes.

Before his cock even begins to soften, he pulls out, and I miss the feel of him connected to me, surrounding me with his size and strength.

It’s like a crash on the track that you, and everyone else, can see coming, but we’re all helpless to stop it. Throughout the whole thing, I watch in horror as Gabe practically runs out of my room, leaving me naked, his cum still warm on my thighs. And not once does he look back.

He stalks out, slamming the door behind him in a way that screams of finality. Forget looking back, he is not coming back.

I knew the score and I played the game. I thought I could win, but as it turns out, I’m always on the losing team.

I’m always alone.

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Gabe

Iwas wrong.

I was so wrong about Adrienne and her being a brat. I shouldn’t have been listening to the interview with her dad, I should have been watching her six. It’s what I’m being paid to do, but I got distracted and now I’ve fucked everything up.

She drew me into her web and I went happily, with a smile on my face and my body’s blood volume in my dick. I treated her like shit the last time I got caught up in her and I had sworn I’d never treat a woman like that. Ever.

Adrienne has come to mean something to me—or at least I think she could if we give in to this attraction and see what comes out of it. That is, if I stop getting in my own way, and tonight was that night… until I fucked it all up.