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Zane
Fuck, I don’t know what happened, I don’t know what I did. But she’s already trying to run from me. I’m not gonna let her.
“Come here.” I pull her into my arms without giving her an option to leave me.
As soon as she’s in my arms, she starts crying.
“Did I hurt you?” I know it’s a tight fit and I was a bit rough with her, but I thought she was loving it.
I finally got her underneath me, and I took it too far. Fuck! I’ve never hurt a woman like that before, but I lose control when I’m with her. I can’t believe I hurt her. I feel like such a selfish prick.
She shakes her head in my chest, and I don’t understand.
“Tell me what to do,” I say as I sit back on the bed and pull her into my lap. Our cum leaks out of her and onto my leg, but I don’t give a fuck. I’ll clean her up later.
“I’m scared, Zane,” she whispers so quietly I almost don’t hear her say it.
I smile gently into her hair. My chest feels like a weight’s lifted off of it. I didn’t hurt her. She just thinks I’m going to.
She’s too sweet. Too much of a good girl. But now she’s my good girl. I’m going to make sure she knows it.
“You’re scared I’m gonna hurt you?” I ask her.
“Yes,” she heaves a breath and lifts her face away from me. Her cheeks are reddened and tearstained, but somehow she looks even more beautiful. Her vulnerability and raw emotion are things I find even more gorgeous. I fucking love that she’s sharing with me. But she wasn’t going to. She was going to push me away. That shit’s not happening.
“I know how guys are,” she says flatly. Huh? Where’s all this coming from?
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask her.
“Guys cheat–”
“Women cheat, too,” I say as I cut her off. I’m nipping that shit right in the bud. I stare into her eyes, willing her to tell me what the fuck is going on in her head.
“Yeah, well, men are good at making up excuses for it and telling you that they love you and making pretty promises all the while thinking about fucking someone else.” She’s tense and on edge, and I get the feeling this isn’t about me, and it’s not about us. It’s about something else.
“Women cheat too.” I stare into her eyes, willing her to tell me what the fuck is going on in her head.
I pull her closer to me and tell her truthfully, “Whatever asshole did that to you, didn’t deserve you.” Her eyes widen slightly and I add, “I’d never do that.”
I take her chin between my fingers and make her look at me. I brush my lips gently against hers and rest my forehead on hers.
“Listen to me, Maddy,” I start to tell her. My heart thumps in my chest with anxiety. I’m making her a promise in this moment. But I know she’ll be the one to break it.
“I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.”
She opens her eyes slowly and looks at me like she’s afraid to believe me.
“I’ll be yours and only yours, if you’ll be mine,” I offer her.
She wipes her tears away and searches my face. My heart stalls in my chest as she seems to take forever.
“Don’t leave me hanging, peaches. Haven’t you done that enough?” I ask her with feigned desperation.
That gets a laugh from her. I fucking love that sound.
“Deal,” she says simply with a small smile and a spark of happiness in her eyes.
“You wanna go somewhere later?” I ask her to change the subject.
“Where?” she asks with a little pep in her voice that wasn’t there a moment ago.This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .
“The parlor,” I suggest. I’ve been wanting her to come see it. If I give her a little more of me, maybe she’ll relax and just enjoy this. My eyes roam her naked body as she tries to cover herself with her bed sheet. I’m tempted to rip it out of her hands, but I let her cover herself. She needs it.
“You mean where you work?” she asks, and my eyes snap up to meet hers.
“Can we bring Katie?” Maddy asks. “She’s been wanting to check out a tattoo parlor for some time now.” I think that’ll make her happy, and if it means she’ll say yes, then fuck yeah Katie can come. She seems better when she’s got Katie around her, more at ease.
“Sure. I don’t see why not. It’ll give Needles someone to talk to.”
Maddy frowns. “Needles?”
“He’s a friend.” I’m trying to be casual about it all, but really I’m excited. This is my passion, and Needles is a good friend of mine. Really my only friend.
She seems a little giddy at the prospect of getting to see where I work.
“And maybe you’ll agree to get a tattoo from me,” I add.
Her eyes widen like I’ve lost my mind. “I don’t know about that.”
“Oh come on,” I lean in and kiss her neck before whispering in her ear, “Tattoos are sexy.”
She leans away and seems to consider it.
“What kind of a tattoo do you think I should get?” she asks and then purses her lips. I know she’s the kind of chick who would detail out every curve of a tattoo before letting me put it on her. It’s no fun for me, but that’s just who she is.
“I have the perfect idea,” I tell her.
She stares at me, waiting for me to continue.
I wink at her as I say, “Peaches.”
She playfully slaps my arm and leans into me. It makes me feel good. Disaster averted. For now, anyway.
It’s only a matter of time before she realizes how fucking bad I am for her. But I’ll let her be the one to call this off. I’ll let her walk away if it gets to be too much for her.
But until that day comes, I’m gonna enjoy her as much as I can.
She really is too good for me, and one day she’ll realize it.
It fucking sucks, but I know it’s going to end before I’ve had my fill of her.