Descent (Black Heart Romance presents Heaven & Hell)

Destroy her if that’s what it takes.
It feels like I’m pounding away at her forever, but my time inside her also feels too brief. When I
can feel the tension building and I know I’m close, it almost pisses me off.
Then she grabs at the couch and lets out a series of low whines that set my blood on fire, and I
can’t feel anything beyond pleasure and the sensation of her pussy convulsing around my cock.
That throws me over the edge. I let out a long groan and a low “fuck,” holding her hips tight and
forcing myself as deep as I can inside her body. Release hits hard, my hot cum pouring into her as
pleasure explodes behind my eyes.
Holy fucking fuck.
All the strength melts out of my muscles, so I let go of her hip and let her sink back into the couch
cushion.
I collapse on top of her, aware of my heart thundering in my chest.
Fuck.
I breathe in the clean scent of her skin as I rest my face against her back. There’s something else,
too, a fruity scent that I want to devour.
Without moving too much, I kiss her fruity, clean-smelling skin.
I can feel her labored breathing underneath me, but she’s fallen silent.
I almost ask if she’s okay crushed beneath my weight on the couch, but I’m not ready to move off
her even if she says no, so I decide not to.
On the couch.
All the fun equipment in this room, and I finished her on the fucking couch.
It certainly wasn’t the plan, but I can’t bring myself to regret it. I feel so good, I can’t bring
myself to regret anything… except the fact that I won’t get to have her again.
I’ve never attached to a random fuck before. I’m not sure what it is about this one that makes it
harder, but I’m sure it will pass once she’s gone. Out of sight, out of mind. That’s how it always is.
There has never been an exception, no matter how beautiful or witty a woman might be.
No matter how broken, either. I prefer broken women. Even once healed, there are cracks that
make them much more interesting than their undamaged counterparts. I don’t know if Hallie was
broken before, but I know she is now.
That reminds me, I need to call Hollis back to see her home safely.
Finally pushing myself off the couch, I tuck my cock away and dig out my cell phone. I glance at
Hallie. Instead of moving off the couch or making any attempt to get dressed, she has rolled onto her
side facing away from me.