Getting Rid of Her

Kristo

I drummed my fingers on the table and watched the door. It couldn’t be too long till she got home, and I had quite the evening planned as soon as she did.

If she would actually look me in the eye, that was. She had barely met my gaze since that fuck-session we’d shared on the counter a few days before, and all I wanted was to go for another round. I had considered pissing her off again to see if she had to take her anger out on me all over again, but I figured the last thing I needed was to give her more reasons to stay away from me. Not when I needed her more than ever.

I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her—well, specifically, the two of us together—since we had hooked up again. This time, I could remember every single detail and reveled in the parts that most rewarded a redo, the noises she had made as she came, the feel of her pussy clenching helplessly around my cock as she came, the way her body trembled when she was close. I wanted to reenact all of it. I wanted m