Ishake my head slowly, sure Iâve heard Shane wrong. âWhat?â
âTell me this weekend wasnât the best sex of your life.â He takes a step toward me. âTell me that you didnât enjoy every single second you spent with me.â Another step. âTell me you were lying when you said you loved me.â
âPlease donât ruin this,â I whisper. âWe still have one day left.â
âThatâs what Iâm saying.â He catches my elbows. âWhat if we had more than one day?â Shane slowly tows me closer until Iâm pressed against his chest. âStay. Give us a shot.â
âIâve been single for six days.â
âSo?â He skates his hand up my back to dig into my hair and urge my head back so he can kiss the long line of my throat. âStay.â
Iâm losing ground and losing it fast. Letting this man get his hands on me was a mistake if I wanted to have enough energy to fight what heâs saying. Still, I try. âYou canât possibly want to fuck again. Max just caught us.â
âAnd if he was that torn up about it, heâd still be here yelling at us about it.â
Fuck, that hurts. âCruel.â
âLogical.â Shane keeps kissing my neck. âCome back upstairs, Lily. If you donât want to talk about it today, we wonât. We can save it for tomorrow.â
I shouldnât. For better or worse, Iâve accomplished what I set out to do, and staying means something beyond revenge. I canât stay forever. No matter what Shane is offering, eventually heâll come to his senses and then that broken heart chaser will stop being theory and will become my reality.
But I already hurt so much. Whatâs one more day?
I skate my hands up to loop my arms around his neck. âYes.â
He hooks the back of my thighs and lifts me so I can wrap my legs around his waist. Shane carries me back up to his bedroom, and I laugh a little as he shuts and locks the door. He gives me a severe look. âI donât want any more interruptions.â
âMe, either.â I kiss him.
Shane walks us to the bed and lays me down. âIf you were mine, Iâd want you only in little dresses like this.â He pushes the fabric up just enough to bare my pussy. âYou have no idea how crazy it makes me to know that thereâs nothing stopping me from being inside you.â
âOh yeah?â I prop myself up on my elbows as I watch him strip. Iâm not even remotely ashamed to say I give my shoulders a little wiggle so my straps slip off and falls to bare my breasts. âI thought you said I was a little slut for dressing like this.â
âYou are. My little slut.â He steps out of his jeans and advances on me. âIâd take you out, Lily. Wherever you want to go. Weâd see how long we can last before Iâm up your skirt.â
âMmm.â I reached down and stroke my pussy. âYou going to finger me at dinner, Daddy? Take me into the bathroom and have me for dessert?â
He skates his hands up my thighs, watching me dip a finger into myself. âI ought to bend you over the table and fuck you right there in front of everyone.â He squeezes my thighs. âI wonât, though. Youâre just for me, Lily. No one gets to know how sweetly you taste or how pretty you are when you come except for me.â
Heâs claiming me with his words the same way heâs previously claimed me with his body. I take a shuddering breath. âShaneââ
âA fantasy.â He yanks me to the edge of the mattress. âLet me have my fantasy, baby girl. Itâs the least you can do since youâre leaving me.â
âWaitââ
But he talks right over me as he fists his cock and drags it over my pussy. âA thousand fantasies to play out. A million. Itâll never be enough.â I love how much he loves rubbing the head of his cock over my clit, love how filthy it feels. âI wouldnât even let you wear clothes in the summer. Come home for lunch every day and expect this pussy to be wet and waiting for me. Youâll be a good girl and get your pussy ready for your Daddy, wonât you, Lily?â
âYes,â I gasp.
âThatâs right.â He dips the head of his cock into me. âAnd when I come home in the evening, I want you on your knees and ready to suck me down. Take the edge off my day.â
Oh god. I want it. I want it so bad, it makes me shake.
He pumps into me slowly, easing in a little more each time. âI wonât always finish in that pretty mouth of yours. Iâll come on your tits and then eat that pussy until youâre screaming so loud the neighbors hear.â He sinks even deeper. âDo you want the neighbors to know what a dirty little slut you are?â
âYes, Daddy.â I fist my hands in the comforter. âI want to ride your mouth while your come is dripping off my nipples.â
Shane stills. âEvery time I think that mouth of yours canât get filthier, you prove me wrong.â He slams the rest of the way into me, making me moan. âWhat else? Tell me what else you want, baby girl.â
I should stay silent, shouldnât play this game with him. Itâs too seductive to imagine what our life might be like if we didnât have all the obstacles in the way. But with his big cock filling me, I forget all the reasons this is dangerous to my heart. I just want to please him, want to chase the pleasure already building in my body with each thrust. âI want you to take me out to dinner. Eat me out when you pick me up. Take my panties because Iâm your dirty little slut.â I moan, and he slows down, his expression intent on my face. It takes a few seconds to catch my breath to continue. âAnd then I want you to fuck me in the parking lot. Fill me up with your come so that itâs making a mess of me all through dinner. Every time I move, Iâll feel you and know how bad I am.â
âThat wonât be enough for you, though. Will it?â He starts fucking me again, slamming into me over and over again. âYou wonât be satisfied with two orgasms. The first time I turn around, youâll have your hand up your skirt.â
âYour hand,â I moan. âYou put your hand on my knee, and Iâll slide it up until youâre fucking me with your fingers.â
âBetter be quiet, baby girl. In a room surrounded by people, you canât come loud and messy like you normally do.â
âI will. I promise I will.â
Shane leans down and slips an arm around my waist so he can move us fully onto the bed. He kneels between my legs and presses my thighs up and out, opening me obscenely. âLook at how greedy your pussy is for my cock.â
Helpless to resist, I look down. His thick length disappears into me again and again. Iâm soaked. My pussy, my thighs, his cock. All of it wet with my desire. âSo needy,â Shane murmurs. âTell me again how youâre finished with this cock, how youâll go the rest of your life without having me inside you again. Tell me you want to walk away.â
Something like a sob works its way up my throat. âShane, please.â
âTell me this wouldnât work, Lily. Tell me that you donât like how you feel when youâre with me, when Iâm taking care of you. Tell me you donât love me.â
A dam breaks inside me and words rush forth. âI do. Thatâs the problem. I do like all those things. I do love you.â My lip wonât stop quivering and my eyes burn. âI canât, Shane. It hurts too much. Itâs too soon. I just⦠I canât. Please donât make me.â
His expression goes tortured and he shifts down to press his body against mine, to gather me as close to him as we can get. He keeps fucking me in slow, languid strokes, his voice rough with emotion. âYou donât have to, baby girl. Not until youâre ready.â He slips an arm beneath my hips, lifting me so his cock can hit a delicious angle inside me. âBut when youâre ready, Lily? Iâm going to be right here. No matter how long it takes.â He kisses my neck. âBecause I love you, too.â
And then thereâs no more room for words. What else is there to say? Weâve both laid it out there on the table. Thereâs nothing left but pleasure. We both fight our orgasms, fight finishing this, almost as if we know this is goodbye. Itâs too good, though. Itâs always been too good. I come first, clinging to him, milking him with my pussy until he loses control and pounds into me.
Shane barely pulls out of me when his fingers are there, spearing into me. âItâs not goodbye until morning. Promise me.â
âI promise,â I gasp.
We devolve into mindless animals. He fingers me while we recover and then hauls me into the bathroom to fuck me in front of the mirror. We barely stop touching in the shower and it starts all over again the second we manage to stumble back into the bedroom, Shane bending me over the bed and eating my pussy and ass until Iâm sobbing. He fucks my ass again, whispering filthy possessive things in my ear.
I lose track of how many times I tell him I love him.
No matter how strong our will, our bodies eventually give out and we pass out tangled up in his bed, his hand still cupping my pussy as if trying to milk every last drop of pleasure.
Itâs one hell of a goodbye.