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I Hate Myself for Hating You

 

              I could feel his body clad with my own, sheets beneath me, and a blanket pulled up over us. I should’ve been running from his bed, running from him in general, but there was no way I could. My body felt heavy, feeling coming back to my legs and hands slowly. I blinked my eyes open, even though they felt as if they had the weight of the world lying on them.

              “You’re beautiful when you’re sleeping. A lot less mouthy as well,” Talon spoke into my hair breathing in my scent. Memories of what had happened came back to me at a snail’s pace. Donovan should be dead, and if he wasn’t yet then I was going to kill him. I turned into Talon’s body. His eyes were wide open and shined down on me brightly. They were little orb like stars.

              “I’m sorry,” was all I could say, my voice sounding like someone had ran my throat through a grater?

              Talon’s large hand cupped my cheek. His skin was rough where mine was soft, and I couldn’t help but lean into his warm touch. It was so wrong of us to be doing this, but after everything that had happened comfort was the only thing that I needed right now.

              “Never be sorry for something that was not your fault.” His voice was pained, and he looked away from me and up over my head. The muscles in his jaw ticked as seconds went by. I could see the raw rage and anger. It made me want to reach out and inside of him to remove it.

              “I know it wasn’t my fault, I just feel…” My words were cut off, Talon’s lips falling against mine shutting me up. I could feel nothing but his touch as he kissed me so gently; it was as if he was trying to remove the pain that I had suffered with each press of his lips against mine.

              “No. Stop. Don’t speak.” He pulled away from me, and I missed his touch. I wanted more of him, so much more.

              “What did you do to him?” I had to ask because all I could remember was hearing the sound of bones crunching.

              Talon’s nostrils flared. “He’s still alive, so clearly not enough.” I felt the same anger. I felt the same pain. The fear that rushed through me when he pulled my shirt up over my head and everything went dark. The moment when I realized no one would notice where I went or what was happening to me.

              I was certain that it all was over. I would be damaged goods, and for what reason, my association with Talon?

              “Please, for the love of fucking God, Mia, stay out of that beautiful mind of yours. I can see you replaying everything in your mind, and it makes me want to get in my car and go to that fucker’s house and beat the life out of him.” Talon held me to the present with his touch alone, overwhelming my senses. I might have said I hated him in the past, but that hate was starting to melt into like. Something I wasn’t sure how I felt about.

              “What if I said I wanted that?” I bit my lip, my eyes lingering down to his lips. I could see him take a breath in before he responded. He knew the effect he had over me, but I had never seen the effect I had over him.

              He leaned into my face, his forehead against mine, our bodies entwined in a never-ending web that I didn’t want to separate.

              “Then I would get in my fucking car, drive out there, and do it.” I could feel his heartbeat pounding through his shirt, and I was sure my own heartbeat matched the rhythm of his.

              “Please don’t.” I sighed. Talon had never been so soft or caring before, and I was all kinds of confused on what was going on inside that head of his.

              “Then I won’t. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.” His confession rocked me. I was falling for him, even when I didn’t want to. Tonight had changed everything. He was opening up to me, not only that but he saved me. He rescued me when I was certain there was no saving.

              “I want you, Talon.” I couldn’t believe I spoke the words. I almost placed my hands over my mouth trying to stop the word vomit from coming out. Then again you couldn’t stop the heart from speaking no matter how much you tried.

              The second he digested the words, his eyes flicked to mine the blue-gray in them growing dark. I could feel his length against my leg. I should have been scare or at least wanting to roll away from him, but I didn’t.

              None of those things came to mind. Instead, the need to devour him did. I wanted him like I needed my next breath. He made my stomach hurt, and my body quiver with need that I didn’t understand.

              “Don’t say that.” Talon’s voice was so deep, and I wanted to dive right into it and never come out.

              “Why? It’s the truth,” I whimpered, hurt that he couldn’t believe me. I wanted him. What did I have to do to prove that to him?

              One of his hands gripped my hip, pulling me into his center. I could feel his hardness way more now. My mouth watered.

              I was ready for him if he would have me.

              “Do you feel that hardness?” With one thrust his hips I moaned into his neck.

              “That’s what you get when you tell me you want me. My cock’s been hard since the first day I met you and you told me to fuck off.” He smirked, and I wiggled my body against him watching his willpower shrink.

              “I’m not naïve, and I’m not a virgin, Talon. I know what to expect. I’ve fucked before,” I whispered the words into his throat, nipping at his skin. He shuddered against me, his grip growing tighter.

              “You might not be a virgin or naïve, but you’ve never been fucked until I fuck you, Mia. Until I make you scream my name over and over again. Until I feel your pussy clench around my cock. Until I leave your body red and worked over.” He bit my lip forcing me to stare into his eyes.

              “Until every single ounce of your body is given to me. That’s being fucked, better yet that’s being fucked by Talon fuckin’ Reed, baby.” I was so turned on I could feel wetness in my panties.

              “Then I want to be fucked by you. Actually fucked,” I begged. How I had gone from hating him to begging him for sex I didn’t know nor did I understand. I just wanted Talon and all his glory.

              “You’re not ready, but when you are I’ll take you, and I’ll give you everything you want and desire.” He released his hold on my hip and pulled from my body, coldness immediately covering my body.

              “How would you even know?” I gripped his arm, stopping him from leaving. I couldn’t handle it if he left me.

              “After everything that happened tonight, you’re not ready. You’ve been drinking, and I can’t think of taking you after seeing the way you were treated. All I can see when I close my eyes is your body on that rock and his above yours.” His fist clenched as he spoke.

              “I…” My lip trembled. I would not cry. I couldn’t.

              “It’s not you. I’ve wanted you for months. That hardness you felt was for you, baby, and when you finally get it everything after it will only be a comparison.” I wanted to smack the cocky right out of him.

              “Then, just stay with me. Hold me. Okay?” I asked. I could see he was weighing the options. His decision was made as soon as he slid back in next to me wrapping both his arms around me.

              Talon wasn’t as unbreakable as I thought. He was still filthy though, and I couldn’t wait to get a taste of that cock.

Blue Balls and All

 

              I was seriously trying to kill myself a million times over. I couldn’t handle not touching her, but I needed to, at least for her sake. I refused to be that guy that fucked with her head after everything she had been through. For Mia, sex could wait and that was a big fucking adjustment for me.

              I had a boner the whole night, and I did all I could to decompress it adjusting it every chance I got. Mia however did everything possible to keep it there. Every little movement, moan, or sigh from her made it go rock hard again. I needed twenty cold showers plus ice cubes.

              When I woke up this morning, I had to get out of the bedroom and beat off. I couldn’t handle another moment of her body against mine without her being underneath me and my cock inside her.

              “Fuck yeah!” I said a little louder than I should have. I leaned my forehead against the tile while I fisted my cock in my hand. Each thrust pushing me that much closer to my release.

             
Her pussy was soaking wet for me as I slipped a finger inside, just to feel for myself. Sliding in fast and coming out slow, I could feel her muscles clenching around me. God, she was so fucking tight.

              “Harder, Talon. You promised to fuck me. So give it to me. Fuck me!” she ordered me, her legs spreading wider with each stroke of my finger. I could see she was on the verge of coming all over my hand, and I smiled knowing that her first release would be from my hand.

              “Roll over, I want that ass of yours in the air, and that sweet face in the mattress. I’m going to spank and fuck you so hard you won’t remember your own name,” I growled, flipping her over. She watched me over her shoulder, her eyes meeting mine with more trust than I deserved.

             
“Fuck yes! Fuck yes! Ahhhhh.” I shot my release against the tile wall, my balls tightening, and my muscles pulling together. I had never come so hard in my life; I thought of all the other times that I had masturbated to Mia’s image that I had come hard. No nothing was as good as it just was.

              I finished my shower and got out, drying off, and slipping on some clothes. I was hoping that Mia wasn’t up yet, but the chance of that now was pretty slim. I had all but yelled during my release. If she didn’t hear me she was a really heavy sleeper.

              I snuck from my bedroom and out into the hall. I wasn’t embarrassed, not even in the least bit. I slipped down the stairs and headed toward the kitchen. I was beyond thankful that my father had gone shopping before he and Mia’s mom left to go on their honeymoon.  I would be able to make breakfast for both of us.

              I took in the kitchen: the white cabinets and dark marble counter with matching stainless steel appliances. I was lucky to have such a good father. The thought caused sadness to bloom covering up all the good I had experienced with Mia in the last twelve hours.

              My mom. I fucking missed her. I wished she had made it through everything. I wish that God hadn’t taken her away from me when I needed her most. I lost a piece of the person I was when she passed away. Nothing could replace your mom, and you only got one. When they were gone, that was it. I would do almost anything to have her back.

              “Deep breaths,” I said the words out loud instead of keeping them in my head. My mom would be proud of me right now. Doing the good that I was for Mia. Hell she would love Mia. It’s me she would hate.

              I opened the fridge and got out the eggs, milk, some fresh fruit, and veggies. I was going to make us omelets, or at least try too. I had never made a woman breakfast before, not even the girls that stayed over after fucking. Mia was better than them, and she deserved the world.

              I cracked the eggs into a bowl and mixed in some milk. Then I turned the stove on and got the pan ready for the eggs. I poured the eggs into the hot skillet and let the egg cook a little bit before putting in the veggies. Folding the omelet over, I topped it with cheese, and repeated the process again.

              I grabbed a breakfast tray from the pantry and placed all the items on it. I smiled to myself as I headed up the stairs. I could hear water running as I entered her bedroom, the door creaking as I pushed through it.

              “Ahhh…” A soft moan vibrated through my body. Was that? I placed the tray down on top of the dresser and walked without thought toward the bathroom door. I couldn’t help but be hard the moment I heard her breathy moan. I was on cloud nine as I pushed the door open a tiny bit, my eyes catching on her naked body in the shower. It felt so wrong but so right at the same time.

              “Talon. Fuck me!” That couldn’t be her dirty mouth saying my name as she fell apart?

              “Fuck!” she swore again, and my eyes glided down between her legs where her hand was. I was about to cream the inside of my fucking sleep pants because this innocent as fuck beauty was all but screaming my name.

              I watched as she moved her fingers faster, her face was covered in a mask of pleasure, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip. She was so fucking beautiful, and I wanted to take her right here, right now. Nothing else mattered.

              “You have no idea how badly I want to sink to my knees right now and eat the fuck out of that pussy of yours. I bet it’ll taste just as sweet as you look.” I couldn’t take my eyes off her body her plump tits that were begging to be touched, the curve of her hips, and her shapely legs. I wanted to dig my fingernails into those thighs and lap up every single scream that fell from those soft pink lips.

              My eyes lifted to Mia’s face, her eyes were wild a frenzied mess that I desperately wanted to jump into. I had never craved a woman so badly. There was a pink tint to her cheeks as she looked me over, her teeth still sinking into her bottom lip. She looked like she had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar, and God how I wanted to be that hand.

              “Don’t stop on my behalf, baby…” I groaned out the words adjusting my cock in my pants.

              “I’ve never…” she spoke softly, her cheeks growing redder. I smirked at her, shucking off my pants. I would be more than welcome to help her.

              “I’m sure you have touched yourself on more than one occasion,” I growled as I opened the glass shower door. Her eyes grew to the size of saucers as she saw my cock fully erected coming straight for her. I wanted to laugh in amusement at the sight of her face but didn’t.

              “I have. I just never have done it in front of anyone,” she said shyly. God, she was perfect. The most delectable thing I had ever been given in my life. I wanted to taint her so fucking badly. Dirty up that pure image she had. Once I got there with her she would never picture fucking the same way again.

              “I’m about to rock your fucking world, Mia. Don’t be shy with me. Not when I can make you come with the flick of my tongue.” I dropped to my knees on the tile floor, looking up at her, waiting for those magical words to be spoken.

              “Please,” she purred.

              “Please what?” I gripped her thighs pulling them further apart so I could see her delicate pussy. With a swipe of my finger between her lips, her legs were wobbling, her eyes rolling to the back of her head.

              “Mia,” I ordered, her name rolling off my tongue like I had spoken it a million times. I was going to savor these moments with her.

              “Please….” She sighed. “Fuck me.” I could feel her fighting against me as she tried to bring her legs together to get some type of relief. I swiped my finger over her clit again, and she moaned loudly her fingers gripping my hair.

              “What was that, baby? I couldn’t hear you?” I teased her, wanting her to say it in one full sentence. The build up was the best, even if my cock was begging me to sink into her pink softness. I wanted to fuck her like there was no tomorrow, but I knew she needed more than that.

              She gripped me by the back of the head, pulling my hair, and causing a sting of pain to go straight to my cock. I smiled, she was so getting her ass spanked tonight.

              “Fuck me, Talon Reed. Fuck me now.” I could feel the need in her words and see the desires swirling in her eyes. I was going to make her mine, not only that but I was going to make her beg for every single stroke.

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