“I’m just emotional.” She trembles in my arms, her eyes pinned on me. “I haven’t lost you.” It doesn’t come out as a question, but rather like she’s trying to convince herself of it. Her voice is so tormented, I feel terrible that she thought she had.
“Never, E.” I breathe out, my chest shuddering as I begin moving inside her again. This may be the most I’ve said to her at once. And it’s because she needs it. She’s mine.Ours.And there’s nothing else to be said about it. No question in my mind at all. I continue to slowly stroke her clit in a way that has turned her breathing into harsh pants gusting past her lips. I lower my mouth to hers, kissing her with fire and stealing her breath with a desperation that rocks me. I stare into her eyes, wondering if she’s aware that my heart beats for her.
She cries out a moment later, her body letting go when she needs it most. I watch her fall, her lips trembling, tears streaking from the corners of her eyes, and her tight pussy squeezing the life out of my cock.
“That’s it,” I grunt as pleasure surges through me. She reaches up, catching my face, and brings my mouth to hers. With every stroke of my dick inside her and every kiss from her lips, I become more and more tied to this girl.
My breath hitches as the orgasm roars toward me, and I gather her close, pushing into her as deeply as I can. Cum spurts from me in violent bursts. With my chest still heaving, I meet her gaze, carefully brushing the wet trails of emotion away with my thumbs.
“I’m okay. I promise. Cannon, how did you know I needed you?”
Regretfully, I pull out of her body, crawling to the side of the bed, and grab her phone. I hand it to her, so she can see all the missed messages.
“Oh,” she says softly as she scans them. “I guess we’ll talk to Kingston and Archer later today, then?”
I shake my head. Because nope. No way in fuck am I going anywhere until this is sorted. I meet her gaze, then tap my left wrist, my brow furrowing in question.
“It’s five thirty.” She wets her lips, glancing toward the bathroom, and begins to awkwardly scoot to the edge of the bed.
Anticipating her needs, I put a hand on her arm to stall her movement, get up, and go into the bathroom to get a washcloth for her. I run it under warm water, then return to the bedside where I pause because color has saturated Elliot’s cheeks, her eyes glued on the washcloth. Huffing out a breath, I bring the washcloth down, putting a hand on one of her knees. When she holds them shut, I frown for a moment, but then it dawns on me. The light. It’s begun filtering in. And she’s sensitive to anyone looking too carefully at her scars. I lean in, touching my lips to hers and breathe out, “Let me.”
She blinks up at me, and I have no idea if she sees how much I need her to share this piece of her with me, but she slowly nods, dropping her legs open.
For a split second, I allow myself to look at the damage that bastard inflicted on her, but then I gently place my hand over it, so I can focus on other things. My gaze drifts over her, and my heart accelerates again because I very much like the way her pussy is a deep pink color, engorged with blood. Swollen from our activities. She’s full of my cum.Fuuuck.I grunt out my approval. My breathing falters as I trace my finger over her entrance where my cum is leaking out. I can’t help myself. I push it back in, my finger disappearing inside her. My eyes flick up to her. Her brows are raised, and she looks a little dazed from my actions. I can’t fucking help myself. I settle between her legs, and like a ravenous beast, my mouth covers her clit. I suck. I lick. I lap at the little bundle of nerves.
“Cannon. Oh god.” She throws her head back against the pillow, strangled noises and little whimpers exiting her mouth with every stroke of my tongue. And when I suck, her back bows right off the bed. I work my finger in and out of her, then easily add a second. My brain is on fire with the knowledge that I’m finger fucking her pussy with my cum inside it. And goddamn, the taste of her knocks me for a loop, especially since I’m definitely tasting myself, too.
Her legs tremble and quake as I wring out every bit of pleasure I can from her. Feasting on her sensitive flesh, I let loose an all-out growl, the sound vibrating against her clit, and sure enough, she tips right over the edge, her pussy clenching down on my fingers, and her hips rocking. I continue to adore every inch of her until she relaxes, her breath lightly puffing from between her lips.
I smirk a bit then sit up, gazing at the beauty of her in post-orgasmic bliss.
“Love our taste.”
She lifts one hand to her temple with a smile. “I wasn’t expecting that. But wow.”
I can’t help but grin.
“I love it when you smile like that. When you’re happy.”
“It’s you.” She’s what makes me like this.Does she see it?
Her lips curve again, then she points toward the bathroom. “I should pee.”
I nod, making a motion like I’m going to my room, then move my hands like I’m texting.
I dart across the hall to my room and quickly clean up in my bathroom while she makes use of hers. Grabbing my phone, I stop for a second to shoot some texts to Kingston and Archer.
Texted E this morning.
She didn’t respond.
Wigged out and grabbed the spare key.
Found her balled up on the floor of the shower.
She’d been in there for a long time, I think.
She says she’s okay.
