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What she Needs


You never expected her to say yes. You'd ask and you'd bargain and you'd tease, but never really thought she'd agree to let you in more than she already did.

And you didn't need her to. You were completely satisfied with what she was already giving you, because she was giving you something when you knew you were worth nothing.

Now, though, your nose buried in her pussy, you tongue circling her ass, you know she wants it, you can tell she came over ready for it, and you don't want to stop. You want your cock shoved inside her to the hilt.

You look up as you push a finger inside her, hoping to catch her looking back at you, but you can’t see her face, the way she holds her knees to her chest. You can see a whole lot of her, more than you dared hope a short while ago, but you’d trade this wonderful view of her dripping pussy, this perfect sight of her round, tan cheeks framing your index finger, just to meet her eyes.

You can see her thighs tremble, feel her tense and clench, and that has to do. For you. It’s not enough for her, and she lets go of her legs with one arm so she can paw at you blindly. She could be trying to say it’s too much, but you know nothing’s too much for your girl—she’d never let you give her too much.

“More?” you ask nonetheless, and she lets out a groan that could be a plea or a curse. It’s definitely a yes, so you add a second finger. This one you haven’t licked, and from her squirming you can tell the way you’re stretching her isn’t the most comfortable thing in the world for her. Good. You don’t want her comfortable; you want her reaching her limits and crossing them and pulling you after her.

She spreads her knees, and you lose focus. You can see her eyes now, and there’s a hint of malice in them. There’s a beast that has seen the world and is sick of it, couldn’t care less if a black hole devoured the universe. You want her to devour you. She has a monster inside, and you want that monster to hurt and bleed you so it stops hurting her.

She licks her lips seductively, and you just know she’s playing you. She wants you as much as you want her, but not because you’re you. She wants something to fill the void, any void, all void, and you’re just there.

Well, you’ll be everywhere.

You withdraw from her ass, plant both hands on the back of her thighs, just above the bent of her knees, mere inches from where you know she’s ticklish, and chuckle when she startles. She’s about to yell at you for daring to stop—you can see that in the bunching of her stomach muscles—so you drive your prick into her, only no matter how well matched you believe your bodies to be, you miss her cunt the first time and have to swivel your hips before you’re buried inside her.

She scratches at your back, claws at you, and the scent of your own blood brings your demon to the surface. Better.

Better she knows who’s fucking her.

A few punishing thrusts, and she’s mewling beneath you, but that’s not what you want you and it’s not what she promised and something is suddenly not enough. You know you're doing it right when her hand flies to her clit, and that’s exactly when you pull out.

You order her on her knees, hoping your voice doesn't betray your fear that she’ll say no, leave, never come back.

She doesn't even hesitate.

She turns and burries her face in the pillow. You want to start over again, want to give her a proper rim job, want to use your fingers to spread her, to prepare her, to spare her the pain.

You know better.

“Do you want it hard?” you ask. She nods, yet you still hold back as you push inside her. Your fingers dig into her flesh, and you’re more than a little pissed that she won’t be carrying the bruises around tomorrow morning. Your marks on her skin always fade, you think, and then you stop thinking.

She’s tight and can’t seem to relax. Neither of you seems to. You pump in and out of her, sinking a bit deeper on each down stroke, until you think your cock is going to rip her open. You splay the fingers of one hand over her belly, wondering if you’ll feel your thrusts through her.

Her back bows, her shoulders come up, and you fuck her harder, watching her hole stretch to swallow you, pretending not to notice she is crying. You noticed once, and she kicked you across the room, so now you keep thrusting and pray she doesn notice you are crying too. She moans and she sighs, she pants and she screams, and you don't let off, because when you do she’ll leave, and you'll be dead again.

Before she leaves though, you’ll make sure she knows. You’ll make sure to show her you know. You may be nothing, but you know what she needs.

And before she goes, you’ll get her to say it.

Her voice is hoarse, muffled. She’s probably biting down on the pillows like she bit down on your neck last time she rode you. The word is no more than a breath, but you still hear it.

“Spike."

The End


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