Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 79870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
He didn’t move the way he normally did. He was jerky, insistent, manic. He needed me, though. That much was painfully clear. He needed to bury himself in me and feel that I had him. I held him, shouldered him as he strained. This wasn’t about seduction. It was about salvation.
I reached up and pressed the palm of my hand to his cheek. “I love you. You know that, right?” I’d never said it before, not to anyone who hadn’t given birth to me, but I fucking meant it.
He whimpered, sputtered tears everywhere, and dug his forehead painfully into my collarbone. I just held him, trying to be everything to him, knowing I was nothing but a warm place to bury his pain. But that’s what he needed, and that’s what I’d be.
Pressed down beneath his weight, I groped desperately for the bedside table where the bottle of lube was sitting. I had put it there when I was waiting for the post-fight ravishing that never happened. I nearly knocked the bottle to the floor, but in the end was able to get a grip on it. I flipped the top and spilled a thick puddle into my palm. I was trembling with a mixture of anticipation and fear, my ass tightening at the thought of being invaded by the enormous thing pushing against my belly.
Pulling back a bit, he gave me a small smile and let me lube myself. I was surprised and grateful, stretching my arm to reach between my legs and slather that puddle of oil all around my hole. I coated the entire area liberally, spiraling inward to find the center of the pucker and sinking two fingers in without a thought of being coy or self-conscious. I was so engrossed in the task of getting my ass sloppy wet and open for him, I didn’t notice I was worrying my bottom lip between my teeth until I saw Kage’s eyes spark. He swooped in and captured that lip between his own teeth and bit down.
He knew just how to make me groan, and knowing how much he loved it, I didn’t even try to stifle it. I just let that lusty groan loose and wiggled beneath him, letting him know I was hot and ready for him. He didn’t let go of my lip as he sank his cock deep into my ass, slowly, steadily. It hurt, both on my lip and in my ass, and I yelled and bared down, trying to relax my muscles so it didn’t hurt so much. But the pain… I knew it was part of who he was, and now who I was. It tethered us together in a way I never would have imagined.
Then he lifted his body off of mine and stared down at me, looking straight into my soul as he fucked me. I was used to him talking dirty to me, making me feel all nasty and wanton, but this time he was completely silent. He bounced me off of his thighs, rocking my body back and forth on the mattress, but it wasn’t fast. It was deliberate and slow, like he was savoring every inch of movement. My feet were planted firmly on the tops of his thighs to brace myself, and his muscles flexed and bunched beneath my soles. I couldn’t pull my eyes away from his sorrowful gaze, his eyes so steady while he just bounced me in that hypnotic, slow rhythm.
When he came, it wasn’t quick. It was slow and drawn out just like his movements, his face a beautiful mask of pain, lust, and heartbreak. I doubted if anyone else had ever belonged to another person as much as I belonged to him in that moment.
The first three weeks after the fight were a whirlwind. Kage received a UFC contract for five fights, and we spent most of the time doing business-related things. We were informed that his uncle had hired a notable PR firm to handle Kage’s public image, and that I would be relegated to running his website and smaller social media accounts. This did not sit well with me, but I couldn’t blame them for wanting someone with experience to do the job. Kage pulled me aside and kissed me hard after we got the news.
“This is good for us, right? Now you can focus on your main job.” He reached around and grabbed my ass with one hand and started tickling me with the other until I couldn’t take it anymore. I appreciated the effort to cheer me up, but we both knew that it was just the first step in phasing me out. I’d be going back to school in a few weeks, and who knew what would happen to us then?
He kept me by his side as much as he could, though his PR people had him making appearances around town, sometimes at night. A more suspicious man might have thought he was seeing someone else on the sly, but when we were together he showered attention on me. He kept me well-fed and well-loved, but I was all too aware that he and I were living on borrowed time.