Dig

by L.A. Ferro

"That pussy is mine."

"I need to get a condom."

"Just the tip. I want to feel you."

"Just the tip,"

when I move to dip in, she pushes back, and my cock slips halfway in. My hands fly into my hair before my eyes dart to hers.

"Aria?"

"I'm on birth c...

"This is how you want me, pretty girl?"

"Please, Holden, I want this."

The words haven't even finished leaving her mouth before I push in to the hilt. We're both silent as we take a minute to adjust to the feeling. I can feel my cock alr...

"Fuck, Aria, do you feel what you do to me? I ca...

I slowly start to pump into her while kis...

"You're fucking ruining me. Tell me, how am I supposed to ever have anyone else aft...

Her hands slide up my back to my shoulders as her legs wrap around my waist. My jaw goes slack as I pick up the pace, and she bites my shoulder to keep from moaning too loud. I slam in hard as the sensation of her bite mixed wi...

"Fuck, baby, this cock is yours. You tak...

She whimpers into my neck as her nails dig into my ba...

"Don't ...

My jaw clenches for two reasons. One: she's a dirty freak, and I love it, and two: I never want to fuck anyone else for the rest of my li...

I throw my hand over her mouth making sure she stays quiet, and she fucking licks it. My eyes go wide.

I want all of her. I need all of her. She's my own personal heaven on earth, and I don't want to let her go. I don't want to waste a moment.

I've been so broken for so long I forgot what it felt like to be alive.

"I'm forever your...

"Will you stay with me until I fall asleep?"

When you've been in the dark long enough, you start to embrace it. It's easier to hide your scars.

"Yeah, pretty girl. I'll stay." I'll hold onto her for as long as I can.

He makes me feel everything in the best of ways.

Ever since we met, I've felt like he sees me, not just the parts I want to show him but the parts I hide away from the world. He's known from the beginning that I was haunted. All that's changed now is he knows why.

Honestly, I don't know what I want to do with my life,

There’s nothing sexier than a man with his arms wrapped tightly around you while he ruts into you from behind, sucking on your neck and whispering dirty obscenities in your ear.

Why is my perspective so negatively skewed?

This is exactly why I never wanted anyone to know about my struggles. These demons I fight are mine and mine alone. They don’t need to punish anyone else.

"I only said I had to go because the game was starting. I wasn’t going to just hang up. You're important to me."

"Come to my truck."

"Holden, if I go to your truck, I won’t want to come back."

"That works for me."

I love getting her worked up. Aria makes the sexiest noises when she's turned on, and I'm a fiend, addicted to all of them.

And that’s what I love about my girl. She’s reserved, conservative, and somewhat timid, but there’s also a confident, assured hellcat in there. You never know which one you’re going to get.

"Baby, I'm the first man you've trusted with this body. Do you trust me when I say no one will see what's mine?"

"Yes,"

Damn, my girl is a freak, and I don’t think she even realizes it. She loves dirty talk, praise, and voyeurism. My mind goes blank. I’m so damn turned on

"I wouldn’t say it out of obligation. I would say it because it’s the only word that fits how I’ve felt about you since the first night we met. I’ve never been in love, Holden, but I can’t imagine it’s not this. You’re all I think about. You’re the last thought I have before I fall asleep and the first one I have when I wake, along with every other thought after that, but it fucking terrifies me."

My girl loves me.

Sometimes, when we are in a dark place, our thoughts wander and take us to places we didn’t know existed within ourselves, but for whatever reason, that’s all they’ll ever be: thoughts.

Just promise you won’t stop fighting for me. I need you to dig. When I’m not the man I was yesterday, dig. DIG until you uncover the better parts of me, the parts that belong to you."

She was my everything, and now she has to be nothing.

Pulling her into my arms, I hold tight, breathing her in for the last time. Savoring how she feels pressed up against my body and committing every detail to memory, because this is the first and last woman I will ever love—and because I love her with all that I am, she has to go.

Standing in the middle of the road, I watch my heart drive out of my life and prepare to live in the hell I just made for myself.

I wanted to scream and fight. I fucking wanted to dig. I wanted to dig him up so I could find the man he was the day before, but this felt different. It felt so final, and in the end, I knew in my heart any text I sent would go unanswered, and I would be left with even more pain and hate.

"Dear, is there any chance you could be pregnant?"

"I’m on the pill, and I don’t have periods."