“So deep!” she cried out.

How right she was. Looking down, I watched the entire length of my cock stretch her pussy open and disappear inside her. My mind was clouded by the sheer level of pleasure, each thrust magnified by her high-pitched moans.

I continued to slam into her. My muscles burned, but nothing could stop me from fucking coming inside her. Relentless hunger slammed me forward, driving me deeper, driving me to the edge that would release my sanity.

She closed her eyes and turned away. It happened at the same time her pussy got tighter, and there was no fucking way I wasn’t going to get to see her come face.

I let go of her leg and grabbed onto her jaw, forcing her gaze back to me. “Open your eyes. Don’t you dare look away.” I needed to watch her as I made her come.

“Can’t…too much.”

Her little whimpers only made me harder. “You will. Even when I make you come and you’re screaming my name. Or I won’t let you.”

She tightened again, glassy eyes locked with mine as her whole body tensed, jaw going slack.

“Nathan,” she screamed as her whole body shook, her pussy contracting around me.

Yesssss!

It was hard not to close my own eyes as I continued to drive into her. She was so fucking tight around me, and I gave her no pause as I reveled in her warm, wet, fuck tight pussy.

“Good girl. Fuck, that was so fucking hot. You feel so good when you come around my cock.”

I leaned forward and pressed my lips to hers, my hips driven by the need to fill her with my come. The need to devour her had me nipping down her jaw and neck, the need to mark her had me sinking my teeth into her neck hard and deep.

High pitched squeaks echoed in my mind, my balls drawing higher as she became wetter.

“So fucking good,” I whispered against her skin. My mind was blank as everything in my body tensed, rocking the final strokes as a harsh mixture of pain and pleasure shot through me. I slammed into her, my cock jerking against her walls as the head of my cock jammed against her cervix.

Mine!

I felt her walls pulse around me as the twitching of my cock slowed to a stop. The high began to wear off, and my mind cleared. My mouth was latched onto her shoulder, teeth clamped onto her skin. I released her as my chest expanded in deep, labored breaths.

All strength left me, but I kept hold of her as we slid down to the ground. I leaned forward, pressing my forehead to hers. With each intake of air, my mind cleared, wiping away the haze. My body was wiped, drained of all the turbulent energy. After a minute I reached between us to pull out. Wet droplets, a mix of our come, brushed against my fingers and fell to the floor beneath us.

Fuck.

I focused my eyes on hers, and dread began to seep in.

Fucking fuck. “Shit.”

She looked like a fucking rag doll. Her hair was everywhere, clothes torn, body limp, and the look was completed with empty eyes.

A pressing need to get away from her sparked a wave of energy, and I stood. I frantically shoved my dick back in my pants and belted them back up.

“Shit. Shit. Shit.”

What the fuck did I do? What the fucking fuck did I do?

What we needed to do. We filled her.

“Shit.”

I pulled my suit jacket from the coat rack and pulled it on as I paced the small room.

I fucked everything up.

We made everything right.

No! This wasn’t supposed to happen!

I stared down at her, chest heaving, full of anger and disbelief. She made me lose all control, all ability to contain the beast and my desires.

This is all her fucking fault.

Everything was as it needed to be, and she came along and fucked it all up.

The need for an outlet took hold, and I grabbed the coffee cup sitting on the edge of her desk and hurled it toward the wall with all my strength. It shattered into many pieces.

“Fuck!” I yelled before rushing to the door and flinging it open.

I had to get away. I had to leave.

What have I done?

CHAPTER 9

The moment I stepped through my door, I turned every lock and leaned against the heavy metal.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

What the fuck did I just do?

What we’ve been dying to do.

I shook my head, then slammed it back against the door.

My dick was still hard, wanting to go another round, ready to fill her again. It didn’t understand the gravity of what I’d just done, only the pleasure.

It wasn’t like any other time over the past four years. No charisma to charm my way into her panties and leave her soon after. I was out of my mind, overcome with a powerful need.

High strung, out of control, and the next thing I knew I had her pinned to the wall.

I forced myself on her.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

We didn’t.

Yes, I did.

She wanted it, begged for it, creamed for it.

“Stop!” I screamed out. My arm swung forward to punch the invisible version of myself and crashed through the wall instead.

It took a moment for the shock to settle in, for me to see my fist stuck inside the broken bits of drywall. Then came the pain, my knuckles aching. I relished in it as some sort of penance, even though small, for what I’d done.

It felt like the blood had fallen from my face, strength leaving me as the oppressive guilt covered me. With heavy steps, I made my way to the kitchen and straight for the fridge and my good friend Ketel One.

The first sip burned, the second less so as I walked to the bedroom. I began stripping off my clothes, tossing them on the floor in disgust, the missing buttons from my shirt another sign of my indiscretion.

I sat on the bed and climbed back to lean against the headboard. Another swig and I found myself staring at the wall.

For years I hated my life, but I had never hated myself so much. When did I lose every semblance of the person I once was?

The bigger question—what now?

Now we take her again, the beast said.

“No.” I wasn’t going to even entertain that thought. My fuck-up was on a monumental scale, and I knew I would have to pay.

Hours later my alarm blared, an annoying beeping sound that echoed off the walls. I reached out and turned it off as I shifted to put my feet on the floor.

In the bathroom, my bloodshot eyes stared back, accentuating the blue. I didn’t sleep. At all. Fear gripped me. Regret filled me past the overflow line, drowning me. What was I going to do? How was I going to face her?