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fooling myself.
Daniel takes out his cock. It’s hard and thick. My pussy cries out to it, soaking my panties.
“Don’t say no to me. I’ve never needed to fuck you more.”
“Needed?” I repeat. I’m dangling myself in front of him, making him wait, causing him obvious pain. What’s worse, I’m also dangling Daniel in front of myself. My lust is now an ache. I need him inside me more than ever — even in the garden, with all those illicit cylinders firing.
But I want to hear this. I want to be needed .
“I was wrong about jealousy. I don’t like it even a little. I don’t know what you did with Trevor — not only today, but in the past — just as you don’t know for sure I’m telling the truth about Jessica.”
“Trevor — ” I start to say. I’ll blow his secret if it means speeding this along. I don’t care anymore.
“But it’s not just him,” Daniel says. “I’m jealous that you’ve looked at the other guys here and had dirty thoughts. I’m jealous of all your former boyfriends. I’m jealous of every man who’s ever touched you. I’m jealous of the man who took your virginity. I’m jealous of Sandy, who took your clothes off and sucked your tits and stuck his cock in your pussy while I could only beat off and dream. I’m jealous of everyone who’s ever looked at you. Who’s ever held your hand or brushed past you in a crowded place. I’m even jealous of your doctors — anyone who’s ever seen your body. You aren’t theirs to look at and touch and feel. I want to hurt every single one of them. I want to punch their teeth back in their throats and rip the limbs from their torsos. I want to lay a path of destruction behind you, Bridget, punishing anyone who’s ever laid eyes on you. Because you’re not theirs. You’re mine.”
He’s closer now. Squatting toward me, almost on his knees. His face is inches from mine, coming closer. I can feel his heat.
“I’m not your possession.”
“Then I’m yours.”
We stare at each other, the air between us hot in this strange standoff.
Then, in an instant, it happens.
CHAPTER NINE
Bridget
Something in my eyes gives Daniel the consent he’s been waiting for. Until now, he’s been more creature than man, driven by his lust, his destiny shoved inexorably toward me by the turgid presence behind that thin wall of fine fabric.
He unleashes his fury, and I feel all he’s been holding back. All the urgency. All the rush of anticipation. It would have been cruel to deny him then, and doing so might be deadly now. He’s that hot for me, all hands and lips and hard cock.
Daniel leaves a trail of spit from my mouth to my neck to my collarbones, then between my collarbones and down my front as we awkwardly jostle so he can pull my top down and let my breasts kiss the air. The map of wetness he leaves on my skin prickles with chill. I’m lost in seconds, floating above my body, threatening to come without so much as a direct touch.
But I throb for him. My pussy is drenched. It’s working and clenching in absence of something it needs, calling out to him, desperate and lost.
We’re a tangle of arms and legs and mouths. I can barely breathe, we’re kissing so hard. I can no longer tell which tongue is mine. I can no longer tell which arms belong to me. I feel fingers slide inside me and don’t know if they’re Daniel’s or mine. I come immediately. My pussy grips hard, wanting more, and then I’m lost in one wave after another. I grip Daniel’s back, still clothed, wishing I could scratch tracks into his skin and mark him as my mine. But my mouth wants to scream, so I put it to his neck and muffle my cries. I bite, turning warm skin red.
I lose track of where we are. What we’re doing. Neither of us takes everything off; this is far too rushed for that. If he’s not inside me soon, he’ll die. If I don’t have him inside me, I’ll lose what’s left of my mind. But I want it
Daniel takes out his cock. It’s hard and thick. My pussy cries out to it, soaking my panties.
“Don’t say no to me. I’ve never needed to fuck you more.”
“Needed?” I repeat. I’m dangling myself in front of him, making him wait, causing him obvious pain. What’s worse, I’m also dangling Daniel in front of myself. My lust is now an ache. I need him inside me more than ever — even in the garden, with all those illicit cylinders firing.
But I want to hear this. I want to be needed .
“I was wrong about jealousy. I don’t like it even a little. I don’t know what you did with Trevor — not only today, but in the past — just as you don’t know for sure I’m telling the truth about Jessica.”
“Trevor — ” I start to say. I’ll blow his secret if it means speeding this along. I don’t care anymore.
“But it’s not just him,” Daniel says. “I’m jealous that you’ve looked at the other guys here and had dirty thoughts. I’m jealous of all your former boyfriends. I’m jealous of every man who’s ever touched you. I’m jealous of the man who took your virginity. I’m jealous of Sandy, who took your clothes off and sucked your tits and stuck his cock in your pussy while I could only beat off and dream. I’m jealous of everyone who’s ever looked at you. Who’s ever held your hand or brushed past you in a crowded place. I’m even jealous of your doctors — anyone who’s ever seen your body. You aren’t theirs to look at and touch and feel. I want to hurt every single one of them. I want to punch their teeth back in their throats and rip the limbs from their torsos. I want to lay a path of destruction behind you, Bridget, punishing anyone who’s ever laid eyes on you. Because you’re not theirs. You’re mine.”
He’s closer now. Squatting toward me, almost on his knees. His face is inches from mine, coming closer. I can feel his heat.
“I’m not your possession.”
“Then I’m yours.”
We stare at each other, the air between us hot in this strange standoff.
Then, in an instant, it happens.
CHAPTER NINE
Bridget
Something in my eyes gives Daniel the consent he’s been waiting for. Until now, he’s been more creature than man, driven by his lust, his destiny shoved inexorably toward me by the turgid presence behind that thin wall of fine fabric.
He unleashes his fury, and I feel all he’s been holding back. All the urgency. All the rush of anticipation. It would have been cruel to deny him then, and doing so might be deadly now. He’s that hot for me, all hands and lips and hard cock.
Daniel leaves a trail of spit from my mouth to my neck to my collarbones, then between my collarbones and down my front as we awkwardly jostle so he can pull my top down and let my breasts kiss the air. The map of wetness he leaves on my skin prickles with chill. I’m lost in seconds, floating above my body, threatening to come without so much as a direct touch.
But I throb for him. My pussy is drenched. It’s working and clenching in absence of something it needs, calling out to him, desperate and lost.
We’re a tangle of arms and legs and mouths. I can barely breathe, we’re kissing so hard. I can no longer tell which tongue is mine. I can no longer tell which arms belong to me. I feel fingers slide inside me and don’t know if they’re Daniel’s or mine. I come immediately. My pussy grips hard, wanting more, and then I’m lost in one wave after another. I grip Daniel’s back, still clothed, wishing I could scratch tracks into his skin and mark him as my mine. But my mouth wants to scream, so I put it to his neck and muffle my cries. I bite, turning warm skin red.
I lose track of where we are. What we’re doing. Neither of us takes everything off; this is far too rushed for that. If he’s not inside me soon, he’ll die. If I don’t have him inside me, I’ll lose what’s left of my mind. But I want it
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