Page 73 of Only Ever Yours
His chest shakes with his cocky laughter, “fucking with you, Ellie. The same way you have constantly been fucking with me.” he backs away, “Payback’s a bitch, sweetheart.” He says, making his way to exit my bedroom.
But I don’t miss the fact that he reaches down, squeezing his dick as he walks.
Oh no, he doesn’t.
This fucking asshole.
Rage hits me. I’m fucking pissed and need to come. I grab the only thing close to me, my purple dick, and rush to the door chasing him. He hears me and takes off down the hall towardsthe stairs.
But I have good fucking aim.
I pull back over my shoulder and sling it as hard as I can.
I watch as it flips end over end down the hallway, hitting him in the upper back and neck.
“Goddammit! What the fuck, Ellie?” His deep voice rumbles.
That’s what you get, motherfucker.
He reaches up behind his neck, rubbing the spot it hit as he turns around to glare at me.
My favorite purple vibrator—now a suspect in a crime—is just lying on the hardwood floor, taunting me, vibrating around in lazy circles.
“You deserved it, asshole!” I cock an eyebrow, waiting for his comeback.
He shakes his head, pausing for a beat, then bursts out laughing and turns to head down the stairs. He’s slowly disappearing with each step when he yells, “You better pick that up, Peachy. You might need to use it later.” And his loud cackles bounce off the walls as he continues down the stairs.
“I hope your fucking balls hurt,” I scream in annoyance.
I can't believe this fucking asshole.
Jaydon
She’s fucking pissed. I know it.
Hell, I would be, too.
I know it was a dick move, messed up, so fucking messed up. I shouldn't have done that to her. I know there will be hell to pay later. But she gets to me so fucking bad. I just have to fuck with her.
I love spinning her up into a frenzy. It fuels my cockiness just knowing I can do that to her, affect her that way—just simply knowing I have the ability to fuck with her on that level like no one else does. A weird sense of pride runs through me at the thought, and it makes it that much better when she reacts.
I chuckle, thinking about her shocked face when I pulled away. She was about to fall apart so fucking hard.
And yeah, I have fucking blue balls now.
Serves me right, I guess.
It’s been almost an hour—since I heard her yelling and slamming the door—before I hear any movement upstairs. But I hear her creeping down the stairs. I know she's hoping I’ve gone to bed for the night, but no… I’m waiting.
I had planned to sit my stubborn ass downstairs watching TV all night until she finally came down. Her dinner is still sitting on the counter, waiting for her, and I’m sure it’s cold by now.
The look on her face when she sees me sitting on the couch tells me she’s anything but happy to see me right now. I don’t know if I should push her buttons any further, but I can’t help the way the corner of my lips turns up into a smirk when she glances my way. Her glare tells me she hates me, but I call out to her regardless.
“Your dinner is on the counter. I got your favorite rice bowl with extra guac on the side, just how you like it.” I’m baiting her, begging for a response.
Her sharp eyes cut to me, and she huffs in response.
I love how easily I affect her.
