Before our time apart.
Before the pills.
Before I turned into the colossal mind-fuck of a man.
A time where we existed.
My devotion and bond to this girl was unbreakable, and my kiss against her abdomen was a silent promise that I would violate every rule she placed against me. There was no way I could go another year. Our love was our breach, and it would go against every force of science because no pill could keep me away. I refused to allow it.
Gripping the insides of her thighs, I spread her wider as my knob pulsed below, blood rushing to every surface at the close proximity, though my desire to taste her was stronger. She was already wet for me, glistening as she pooled at the base, and so that spot was where I started. Treading my tongue up through her folds, I kept my eyes on her and waited for that small reaction I’d been dying to see.
Her eyes closed.
Her head fell back.
And her hips rolled into my mouth for more.
And I fucking took it.
Both of my thumbs spread her apart before I drank her in.
The sweet taste of Mia Rose revived me in more ways than one.
My tongue knew every detail, design, and feature and what made her break away against me. In no time, I had her legs shaking as I opened her up and inhaled her slowly. Her fingers gripped my hair, begging to be filled, but I could never get enough of her taste. Her legs clenched around me, and I lifted her off the desk, guiding her to the floor until she was sprawled out for me. Like an obsessed addict, I drove my tongue inside her to appease my appetite for her flavor—of Mia.
Her walls convulsed against my tongue as her heartbeat dropped to her core.
Kneeling between her legs, emotions built up inside of me, ready to break chains and move mountains. Holding back became an impossible task, and I admit, I was defeated.
“Ollie…” she moaned in a desperate plea, and it was all the motivation I needed to merge with her. I fell over her trembling body as her walls tightened, and wrapped around my aching dick—beating along to the rhythm of the orgasm I just gave to her. My fingers dug into her thighs to stop her movements. Otherwise, I would’ve busted inside her right then and there.
Tongues collided.
Her tiny fingers eagerly gripped my hair.
My hand grabbed her backside, and I lifted her as I eased into her again and again and again, feeling every heavenly detail as she reeled in the climax against my knob. “Fucking perfection,” I breathlessly panted in her ear.
“What is?”
“Us.”
Her golden eyes captured mine. “I love you, Ollie.”
Grasping my heart.
Breaking those chains.
Pushing those mountains.
“And I’m going to love you through this—
My mouth silenced hers because my heart couldn’t bear it, and I made love to her right there on the library floor. The only way I was able to get through the next half hour without coming was because of the fear of our disconnection. I held on by a single thread, making sure my hands and mouth kissed every inch of her skin. Together, we bled into one as I emptied myself inside the girl who was my forever, but not my right now.
Because my“right now”had expired.
I pressed my face into her neck and cried.
Like a fucking pussy, I cried.
