“Tate. Fuck, Baby.”
She widens her legs, gazing up at me.
“Harder. I need you to fuck me harder. Make me forget what it was like during those months where I didn’t feel you inside me.”
I pound her into the mattress, loving the way she throws her head back with ecstasy. Loving the way she cries out my name and her body clamps down on me like it never wants to let go.
She wants me to make her forget.
But I want to remember.
I need to remember what it was like without her. How I almost lost her. So I know I’ll never be so fucking stupid ever again as long as I live.
“Sullivan,” she moans my name, and a familiar tightness hugs my slicked-up cock.
“You going to come, Baby?”
“Uh-huh,” she manages to utter through a panted whine.
“Good girl. Let it out,” I coo, jerking my chin forward and pushing a little deeper so my pubic bone rubs her exposed clit.
She comes with a cry, her lashes fluttering as she struggles to hold my gaze.
“Good girl,” I choke. “Your cunt’s milking me, Baby. Jesus Christ.”
I can’t hold it any longer, as she spasms around me, I let go.
I come so hard my eyes water, and my hearing muffles.
“Tate,” I grunt. “Oh fuuuuckkkk….”
The only thing I can focus on as I unload months’ worth of pent-up sexual longing is her eyes.
Beautiful, trusting blue eyes that sparkle up at me like I’m her goddamn man.
Iamher goddamn man.
“I love you.” I kiss her roughly, sliding one hand to her neck and holding her in place as I thrust, making our mixed cum spill out over our thighs. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
We’re a sweaty, slick mess of hammering hearts and heaving chests as I slowly fuck the last pulses of my orgasm out inside her. Her body flutters around me with the aftershocks of hers.
I drop my forehead to hers and a serene smile paints itself over her face as we finally catch our breath.
“I didn’t even congratulate your father and Halliday yet. Or say hello to any of the other guests. I’m so rude.”
“Don’t worry, he knows you got here safely on a private jet.” I smirk.
“What? How?”
She waits for clarification, but I kiss her instead. She’ll figure out my father’s the one who owns a private jet with asterlingsilver interior soon. He bought it for Halliday as a present so her parents could visit from England.
I’d usually hate anyone interfering with my personal life.
My father knows that.
Yet, he did it anyway.
