He shifts position so he’s propped up on his elbow, his body pressing me into the sheets as his hips roll into mine. His thumb brushes over my lower lip and down my jaw until his hand is wrapped around my throat. His eyes continue to track my face, searching for a sign of panic.
“Colour?” he whispers, pulling his cock out to the very tip, hovering in place, waiting for my answer.
“Green,” I whisper, my lips tilting up in a smile. He slams back into me, making me gasp in surprise, and a groan spills out of him. His hand slowly tightens around my throat, and I start to feel my pulse against his fingertips as I become lightheaded. Oh, this feels too good. I need this. I need him to take me and fuck away everything that happened. I want him to replace the traumatic memories with happy moments shared between us.
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I feel another climax building, more intense than the first, as my breathing becomes laboured from his hand on my throat.
“Come on me. I want to feel it all over me!” I gasp out as my pussy starts to tighten and flutter on his thick length, and I’m lost to sensation. My whole body trembles as a hard wave of pleasure rips through me.
His movements falter as he pulls out and comes all over my pussy and stomach. His thick, hot cum coats me as I lie here, panting, looking up at this gorgeous man who is all mine. A fine sheen of sweat coats his thick frame as he stands there, catching his breath with his cock in his hand, looking down at me with nothing but love and admiration in his eyes.
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Chapter 42
James
Looking down at Isabelle lying there, her sumptuous curves, her creamy skin covered in my cum, I know she’s it. She’s endgame. I’ll never want anyone but her. Sure, I’ve upended her life, put her career in danger when it had hardly just begun, and dragged her through an investigation and confrontation with the ex, but what relationship doesn’t have its hurdles?
I let out a small laugh, and she looks up at me, confused. “Don’t worry, baby, I was just thinking about the craziness of everything.”
“And that’s funny how?” she says, propping herself up on her elbows, my cum starting to drip down onto her thighs. I reach down and run my fingers through my release, watching the sticky, white strings of it cling to my skin. Kneeling between her thighs, I push my fingers back inside her, watching the cum drip out of her swollen pink cunt. It’s a stunning sight.
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Her pussy glistens there for me, because of me. I inhale a deep breath, savouring the smell of us mixed together as I scoop up more of my cum, shoving it inside her, watching it coat her entrance and mingle with her own wet juices. I keep going, trailing kisses up her thighs as I repeatedly push my cum inside her, wanting to fill her all over again.
She’s mine. I want her dripping with my cum every single day.
“It’s funny because right now, I couldn’t give a shit about the outcome. I honestly don’t care. I have you, and that’s all I need.” My lips press over her mound and round her hips, making her wriggle. A small laugh escapes her, the sound making my heart fly.
The following morning, after a fitful night’s sleep, I wake up with a plan in mind. Isabelle is still sound asleep as I get ready for the day. I check my phone to see the reply I’ve been waiting for and leave the house, desperate for the cool autumn air to settle my nerves for what’s to come.
Walking to the café near the lake, my soul feels at peace with my decision. The bell above the door rings as I step inside. I scan the room, searching for her face, and spot her sitting in a corner booth, already with a pot of tea at the table. She waves me over, a smile noticeably absent from her face as she sips her tea. I approach the table and
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take my seat, shrugging off my jacket and settling in for the tough conversation ahead.
“James, I hope this is important. It’s early, and I don’t want to be late for work.” Rebecca pours a cup for me, a quizzical look crossing her face, her hands wrapped around her own cup.
“It is, I’m afraid. I’ve come to the decision I’m resigning, giving up teaching. Everything that’s happened… I don’t want it impacting Isabelle. She’s only just started her career. I’ve had a good run; I can move on to other avenues.” A serene feeling settles over me. As long as Isabelle is fine, I can move forward. She’s all I can focus on. She’s everything to me.
“No, James, I won’t accept it.” Rebecca’s arms cross over her chest as she leans back in her seat, brows knitting together. “Does Isabelle know about your decision to sacrifice yourself for no good reason? How does she feel about it?”
Huffing out a sigh, I rest my head in my hands, the weight of not telling her crashing down on me. “She doesn’t know. I know full well she’d stop me, but I can’t let my poor judgement affect her career. Rebecca, I love her so much. I can’t let this hurt her.”
Rebecca sighs and puts her cup down, the soft clink of the china mingling with the background chatter. “James, life is too short for games, unnecessary sacrifices, and poor
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communication. Lord knows I had enough of that with Gerald.” Her eyes mist up with memories of her late husband. “You’ve got to fight tooth and nail for everything you want in life. Ride it out, James. I promise you, bolting at the first sign of trouble won’t help build a strong relationship.”
She takes another sip of her tea, her gaze drifting out to the lake.
“Trust each other. Be there for each other. And for the love of God, talk to each other. How do you think she feels about you keeping this from her, James? Think about that!” She leans forward, her gaze now fixed on mine. “She’s so good for you. Be happy. Please.” Her voice is soft, earnest. Her hand covers mine. “Has she told you about all the women who’ve come forward? The interviews? The statements?”
