I Still Love You..

8: Fuck.. I'm sorry. Adam's POV

I thrust hard. The alcohol in my system is clouding my mind. I'm too drunk to care if I'm hurting her. I hear her cries, and all I can think is that I wanna hear more.

As she cums all over me, I feel her tight fucking walls all around my dick, and eventually I thrust in one more time, and my own cum starts pumping out deep into her womb.

Once I empty myself completely, I relax on top of Lute. That felt so fucking good. Better than it should've. She got stretched out so much, and I'm quite proud of myself for it. There's no doubt about it. I fucking love this woman. She's hot, good in bed, and strong. I fuckin' love my women like that. Fuckin' hot as Hell. I don't know what to say now.

As I realize I've sobered up some, it makes me frown. I pull out of her and decide to tease her slightly.

"You look like you're ready for more."

Lute just puts her hand up irritably, and it makes me laugh. She looks so exhausted, I probably hurt her pretty badly. I get up off the bed and look down at her as Lute sighs and curls up and rubs her thighs. Damn, she's fuckin' badly hurt. But, I don't care. I walk back to the counters, stumbling and tripping over my own feet. I open up a cabinet and grab a bottle of whiskey. I pour some into my glass from earlier and down it.

I look over and notice Lute's breathing is heavy and quick. I smirk, saying, "calm down, tits. Breathe."

"It's hard to breathe when you just fucked me senseless." Lute responds.

I just laugh a little and I grab the bottle of whiskey, downing some straight from the bottle. "Well, why don't you take a bath?" I suggest.

"Does it look like I'm in any kind of position to walk? I am not having you carry me to the bathroom. All you're gonna do is get in the bath with me, then try to fuck me again. No way." Lute retorts. She seems a little pissed off with me. I shrug it off and take one last swig of the bottle before setting it down, walking towards Lute.

I grab her by the wrist once I get close enough. This bitch won't have a choice. I pull her up into my arms bridal style and carry her to the bathroom. She looks pissed as Hell. It makes me laugh.

We get to the bathroom and I set her down on the edge of the tub. I turn on the water for her, making it warm.

"Eh. Maybe you're right. It'd be hot to fuck you in the bath." I say as I lean against the sink.

Lute grumbles. "Sir, I'm not ready for more. Give me a few days, and maybe then. That hurt." She replies. I step closer and lean down to her level.

"Well, what if it isn't your choice?" I ask smugly.

"I'll tell Sera.." Lute responds with a quiet voice.

"Hah! And what's that supposed to do? Huh?"

Lute buries her hands in her face, and she looks disappointed. "You're so fucking drunk.. Sera's your fucking boss. She'll fire you. She'd fire you for just this! You have a choice to keep going only when I want it too, or try and force me and get fired." She says irritably.

Fuck. She's right. Shit.. Uh..

I realize how bad this shit is. But, then again, nobody's going to find out just as long as they don't tell.

"You're right. Sorry, Danger-tits." I say. I hold my hand out like a fist, signaling for a fist-bump. Lute just rolls her eyes and crosses her arms. Damn.

I notice the tub is full of water, now. I reach out with my wing and nudge her softly towards the tub. "Go on, get in."

Lute just nods, and I watch as she shakily gets into the tub, curling up and soaking in the water.

I realize something. I hurt her. Really badly.

Fuck.. I'm sorry.