Dare Me Not | 18+ ✔

12. The Fight (Xander)

A week of working with Parker messes with my head. Leaving work with a hard-on has become my routine, and I blame that cheeky devil for this.

Emma might notice the difference in the way I kiss her or I pin her into the sofa before I turn her around and fuck her from behind. It's not making love, or any form of action to connect with my girlfriend. It's just sex; a need for release.

She doesn't say anything about it, but from the slight frown on her face, she will probably complain about it later. Having quickies or spontaneous rough sex is not something she prefers, but I'll worry about it later. I'm just too fucking horny to function now. Today has been just brutal.

Thrusting my throbbing dick into my girlfriend's pussy, I pinch her nipples hard, causing her to yelp at my merciless kneading. I close my eyes as I moan, enjoying every friction that brings me closer to my climax. Then a pair of black eyes hooded with lust sneaks into my mind, bringing the memory of the dark corridor on the VVIP floor where I saw Parker's body bouncing back and forth as the boy drilled his prick into her. She grunted at every thrust, and her face contorted with pleasure; she looked so goddamn hot.

My mind starts to wander to a forbidden place, wondering how it feels like to be the guy, holding her hips in place and fucking her senselessly. I can imagine how her warm cunt enveloped my shaft and gripped me tightly as she cummed, before her wall convulsed around my cock to milk me dry.

The image alone is enough to finish me.

"Arrgh!" I explode inside Emma, sending ribbons of cum into my condom. Then I drop on top of her back, shifting to the side slightly to avoid crushing her delicate body.

"What's going on?" Emma asks while I'm still lying limp on top of her, trying to catch up with my breath. "You've been rather harsh lately, sexually, to the point I don't really feel...comfortable."

The question arrives faster than I expected, when my dick is still inside her, slowly shrinking inside the rubber. My true Emma.

"Uh." I pull out and grab a box of tissue for us to clean up. "I'm not sure what is happening. Maybe I'm a bit stressed out at work. I'm sorry, babe, I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable." I pull her into me and kiss her forehead.

"It's all right," she says, but I'm sure it's a straight lie. It sends me a pinch of guilt as if I was forcing her despite the fact she was wet too, moaned, and came when I fucked her like a bull.

"I promise it won't happen again," I say.

"Okay." Emma pulls away to put her dress back on. "I appreciate that. It's just...you know, it's not something I like to have with my partner. I just don't feel loved when you do that."

"I'm sorry, Em." I don't know what else to say because I was clearly the horny jackass in this situation. Not to mention that I cummed inside her while imagining another woman's pussy. Fuck.

"What happens at work? Does Tim give you a hard time?" Emma plops back down next to me, folding one leg under her thigh. "Or is it about that spoiled kid of his?"

I almost choke at her question because it nails me right on the head, but the hell will I tell her the truth. "No, it's not about Parker. It's been a busy week, and there are plenty of problems in the field. You know, it's just an accumulation of stress. It should be better next week." Parker had better behave herself next week. "I'm working on it."

Emma nods, and I'm glad she lets the topic slide easily this time.

"I'm going to shower," I say before giving her another kiss and standing. The invitation to ask her to join me is already on the tip of my tongue, but I swallow it again. For some reason, I want to be alone right now. I feel dirty from what just happened and I need to clean up thoroughly.