While he took it.
I opened my mouth to say again that I was sorry, but clamped it shut. Once he found out the truth of what I'd done, he would hurt me, and I would deserve it. I knew that I should just tell him now and get it over with, but I was so afraid. The girls thought that in time he might forgive me, but if Ava turned out not to be his, I knew in my heart that I'd lose him forever.
"I fucking hate you," he growled low, surprising me.
"I know," I whispered in a tortured voice. "I hate me, too."
Without warning, Sax's mouth slammed down onto mine and his hand moved to the back of my head as he crushed me into the wall at my back. I couldn't halt the moan of desire that rushed up my throat, and I opened my mouth to his probing tongue. I'd take him even in hate. As his tongue filled my mouth and thrust against mine, I thrust back, moaning at the sharp charge of heat that coursed through my blood.
My nipples become tight buds in reaction to his hard body grinding against mine. When his hand moved there and pinched hard, I whimpered against his mouth, accepting the pain because I knew it would turn to pleasure. I began to move my hips in accordance with his grinding movements, relishing the knowledge that I was turning him on as much as he was making me hot. I swallowed his growls of arousal. Knowing that Sax was lost in the moment flooded my senses with a heightened level of lust.
No other man before him had ever made me feel the things he did. I curled my hands into the defined muscles of his biceps, hoping the bite of my nails would reveal the extent of my hunger for him. It did more than that. He grunted, and without breaking the kiss, reached between us and hooked his hand in the top of my blouse, tearing it open down the front. Before I could fully grasp what he'd done, he pushed the cups of my bra up out of the way and covered my nipples with his mouth.
"Oh!" I cried out, arching into the wet heat of his caress. I looked down to watch him suck and bite at my aching flesh. Both hands shaped and squeezed my breasts, while his mouth left no inch of them untouched. I lost my hands in his hair, holding him to me, and leaned my head back against the wall and closed my eyes. "Yes!" I whispered sharply. "Yes!" His hard cock was nestled right over my pubic bone and I rode it shamelessly, chasing the orgasm that was building between my legs. "Oh, Jesus!" I was so close!
I scraped my nails over his scalp, hearing his hiss. He retaliated by nipping my nipple, causing another flood in my panties, and then his hand was there, violently undoing my pants and reaching inside. As soon as his finger slid between my folds and touched my clit, I cried out. My knees buckled, but Sax easily held me in place.
"I might hate you, but I'll never get enough of your pussy, Baby," he grated against my lips as his finger moved over my clit in the way he knew I liked. "Long as you're here, it's mine."
What?! What was he saying? My heart raced, every nerve in my body attuned to his administrations, and in the moment I was too far gone to fully comprehend his words or question them. In the past I would have felt thrilled that he wanted me that fiercely, but our circumstances were different now. We weren't together. So did he only want me for sex? The rest of my thoughts went right out my head when he sank two fingers inside me and curled them against my G-spot.
Sax knew exactly where my sweet spot was and wasted no time stimulating it. I opened my legs wider, the pleasure his touch was providing too intense for me to ignore. My lower body trembled, my hips moved into his thrusting fingers. We were both breathing heavily, the sound interrupted only by the occasional whimper or groan.
"Oh, God, Sax!" I felt the telltale rush of my impending orgasm, the electric connection from my core to my pulsing clit.
Sax knew my body. He knew how to read the signs that I was about to come. Suddenly he yanked my pants and panties down with rapid force. I barely had the wherewithal to lift my feet so he could remove them completely. He sank to his knees, and I looked down at his handsome face between my legs, his nose buried in my pussy. I nearly came right then when I heard him inhale several deep breaths, and then his tongue split my folds and he licked me from the back up to my clit.
I cried out with pleasure, the heat and pressure of his mouth on my clit overwhelming. He sucked hard, and I had to brace my hands against his shoulders to remain on my feet. I moved my hips instinctively, chasing the relief I knew was around the corner. As Sax's mouth worked the bundle of nerves between my legs, he thrust his fingers in and out of my body.
"Sax!"
"Come for me, Baby." He replaced his fingers with his tongue, fucking me deep. "I'm hungry for your cream."
My eyes rolled back as I let my body fly. I came hard and moaned loudly as wave after wave of spine-tingling pleasure surged through me in one, violent explosion that eventually trickled down to aftershocks. During the peak of my orgasm, Sax continued to fuck me with his tongue, slurping up my juices. His hands clenched tightly into my ass as he held me in place against his mouth.
When he was done he pulled away and rose to his feet, slamming his mouth down on mine so that I could taste myself. When he’d finished ravishing my mouth and renewing my arousal with blinding speed, he made quick work at removing his boots and pants. Excitement thrummed through me in anticipation of what was coming. I started to lower myself to my knees. It was only fair that I return the pleasure he'd given me.
"No!" His sharp command and the tight grasp of my arm kept me in place. My questioning eyes traveled up to his. There was an intensity shining in his that I'd not seen before. "I need to be in you this time."
His jaw was set and I knew arguing would get me nowhere, and anyway, I didn't want to argue with him. He kissed me again roughly, pushing me closer to my bed until my knees were against it.
"Get on the bed," he ordered harshly.
We were inches apart, and the tip of his cock brushed against my thigh, leaving a wet trail. Before, he would have lowered us down together and we would have made love. A flashback of that night at Demon's clubhouse reminded me that we hadn't made love that night, either. Sax had fucked me as if I were one of the club whores. I had to admit that his lack of control had been exciting.
"On your fucking knees with your ass in the air."
I did as he demanded with anticipation. "Is this how it's going to be from here on out?" I felt compelled to ask.
"What?" he grated, climbing onto the bed behind me. I could feel his hot cock bobbing between my thighs.
"Fucking me like a club whore?"
He lined up his cock and slammed his hips forward, penetrating me with one, rough plunge. I gasped, and would have shot forward if not for the powerful hand grasping my hip. His long, drawn out groan revealed his pleasure at the feel of sinking inside me, and he did fill me.
"Yes." He began to fuck me hard and deep. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head back. "I like fucking whores. I don't have to hold back with them."
His hurtful words brought tears to my eyes. So he was fucking the whores again? Well, what did I expect? I knew that sooner or later he'd have urges that would send him into their arms. The thought of him with another woman crushed me. I buried my face against the pillow to cushion my sobs and wipe my tears away, letting Sax rut behind me like an angry beast. I could feel the rage in the way his hands gripped my hips, in the way he pulled me sharply back on his cock as he plowed into me until his balls slapped against me.