Under the Cornerstone

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Authors: Sasha Marshall
me insane,” he grits out.
    "You fucking know everything don't you? You're such an asshole!" 
    With that he pulls out, flips me over like a rag doll, and forcefully pulls my ass in the air.
    He plunges in again. 
    "Fuck!" I shout.
    "You always have such a hard time letting people care for you.  Stop that shit!" He says between thrusts. "I'm tired of it Noely... And I'm fucking dying."
    His voice cracks and he stops moving, but remains inside of me. After moments of silence, he leans his body over my back and wraps his arms around my stomach. He places kisses on my upper back.
    "Fuck, I'm sorry, Noely baby." He kisses my shoulders and remains still inside of me. "I'm so sorry." His voice so full of emotion, it sounds like he's close to tears. "Please stop shutting me out. I know I fucked up. I won't do it again." He rests his face against my back. "You're killing me with the distance and silent treatment. It's fucking killing me."
    I want to forgive him so badly. I really do, but I'm not ready. My name is out there for the world to see so the guys could get a slap on the wrist for their assault charges. Nobody asked me before they leaked my name and it never would've happened if he'd kept his mouth shut. I lost a job I loved, a job I was great at because of him. 
    I'm not ready to forgive or forget. 
    The thought to pull away from him and get the hell out of his apartment finishes crossing my mind when he moves inside of me again. It's selfish, but I won't leave this if he's going to finish. 
    "I'll give you this,” he whispers as if he read my mind. 
    He moves with purpose, but it's slow and damn if it isn't emotional. I never understood chicks who said they cried during sex, but maybe I'm starting to catch on. 
    I won't cry though. I swallow the urge down and focus on his hands, his lips, and the amazing feeling between my legs. His hand reaches around and rubs against my clit, creating more friction than I can handle. He pulls us up on our knees and from this angle he can reach around better and it's my undoing.
    "There..." is all I get out before my world explodes in bright colors and my body surges with adrenaline and pure fucking ecstasy.  
    I lean my head back on his shoulder and let go.
    "I'm with you,” he says and then pulses inside of me.
    I can feel his heart beating against my back and the rapid inhale and exhale of air. Sweat drips down his chest and my back. 
    Johnny pulls out and guides me down to the bed, but I keep my head turned away from him.  
    We shouldn't have done this again. 
    Fingertips feather over my spine and every so often he leans down and places a kiss on my shoulder. 
    As he leans down and presses his lips to my shoulder one last time he whispers against my ear, "How am I supposed to ever turn back from this, Noles?"
    The regret and confusing feelings I've been fighting rushes through me swiftly and with such great intensity I choke on a cry. 
    "Noely,” he says my name so softly and with such reverence.
    "No," I choke out and spring from the bed. 
    I frantically search for my clothes as Johnny comes up from his bed.
    "Don't do this Noely,” he begs.
    "We can't do this again," I tell him as I step into my panties. 
    "Noely, don't leave like this."
    "I'm still fucking pissed at you!  You can stick your dick in me a hundred times and it won't change a damn thing!" 
    I slip my jeans on and then hook my bra.
    He grabs my wrist and stills me from picking up my shirt, "You got it in your head that you're just another one of those groupie bitches I fuck with after the show! News flash, babe, we haven't been at a show either time. If you can't figure that out, then I don't know how else to explain it to you. But just so we're clear, I'd take you home every night of the week over ANY of them!"  He ends with his voice nearing a yell.
    I yank my wrist away, "Flattery doesn't fix what you did. You have no idea how bad you've really fucked things up for me by doing the one thing I

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