“Good.” He hooks his fingers in my underwear and slowly pulls them down to mid-thigh, then rubs his nose against each cheek, biting my flesh and kissing his marks. And I bite my lip to keep from moaning. My vagina is so hot, I’m about to combust. I want to see his face, the way he looks as he’s touching me.

“I’ve been wanting to use and abuse your pussy and mouth since college.”

Shocked, I turn my torso to look at him.

“You have?” I jerk my head back.

“That’s why I showed up at the library every day. I was obsessed with you.” He kisses the dip between my lower back and butt and I want to melt into him. “Let me fuck you and show you how you make me feel.”

“H-how do I make you feel?” I whimper.

“Like a needy, tortured soul who wants to break loose from his demons.”

Good. Now he knows how it feels to want someone you can’t have.

When he twirls me around, he gently nibbles on my clit, and I let out a moan as I thrust my fingers through his thick silky hair.

Slowly, I move my hips in motion, humping his face as he removes his tongue. “You’re teasing me,” I whisper. I’ve never wanted to have an orgasm more than I want to right now. I need to release.

“You get to use me, and I get to use you.” His tone is low.

So he’s admitting to me that all I am is a screw to him, that once this is over he can walk away from this—us.

“What? When we’re done sleeping with each other you’re going to ghost me?”

“Two things wrong with your statement.” He stares at my vagina like he’s ready to devour it like a meal. “One, despite popular belief I don’t ghost women. I tell them not to get attached. When they do, then I disappear. I wouldn’t do that to you. I care about you way too much. More than I should.”

He shoves two fingers inside me, and I shudder, closing my eyes as he strokes me three times and uses his thumb to rub my clit gently.

“G-Gunner,” I say breathlessly. My sex is hungry for his erection and thirsty for his cum.

After the fourth stroke, an orgasm courses through my sex and shoots down to my feet. It cuts through me so deep my knees buckle, and I rest my hands on his shoulders. And it reminds me I’ve never come so hard in my life.

When he pulls out his glistening fingers, he licks them clean like I’m his favorite drink. “Fuck. Your pussy tastes like red sangria. Sweet and fruity.”