“Oh my God,” she whispers as I tug tighter and thrust into her. She claws the bed, trying to stay in place, but there’s no use. My hips start moving her until she presses against the headboard. She steadies herself as I pound into her from behind, not letting up, not letting her catch her breath.
Because I need to come.
I need to come so fucking bad inside her that I can feel it light up my entire body.
“Take my cock. Squeeze it, baby. I want to feel that tight cunt spasming around it.”
“Fuck . . . me,” she whispers as her body tenses even more, and she cries out in pleasure. “Halsey,” she screams, and then she convulses around me, tightening around my cock so much that everything around me fades to black.
“I’m going to ruin this pretty little pussy.”
I let go of her hair.
I grip both of her hips.
And I rock into her until my stomach bottoms out, a burst of pleasure shoots through my veins, and a tidal wave of white-hot pleasure tears through me.
“Motherfucker,” I cry out as I pulse into her, coming over and over until nothing is left inside me.
I slow my hips down as her pussy continues to convulse around my cock, causing it to twitch inside her. We both collapse on the bed, me on top of her.
I kiss her shoulder.
Her neck.
Her cheek.
And when she turns just enough so I can find her mouth, I kiss her there too.
“Fuck,” I whisper as I slowly pull out of her and catch some of my cum as well.
I’ve never come that hard in my life. Never.
I walk over to the bathroom, where I clean up and wash my hands, and when I’m about to bring her a washcloth, she appears at the bathroom door wearing my button-up shirt and looking so thoroughly fucked and mine that I lean toward her, tip her chin up with my finger, and press a kiss to her lips.
And to my delight, she kisses me back.
Knowing she probably wants to take care of her own business, I give her space in the bathroom as I lie back down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling in utter disbelief.
Blakely and I just had sex.
No, we didn’t just have sex. We had mind-blowing, life-altering sex. If I wasn’t sure that Blakely was the girl for me before, I sure as fuck can confirm it now.
She’s it for me.
She’s mine.
And I’ll spend every waking hour making sure she knows that.
After a few minutes, she reappears in the bedroom, turning off the bathroom light behind her. She hasn’t buttoned up my shirt, just used it as a covering, so I’m pleased when she takes it off before getting into bed. I don’t give her one second to think she’s sleeping alone tonight. I wrap my arm around her and pull her into my chest so she’s spooned against me.
I kiss her shoulder. “You okay?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
“You sure?”
“Positive,” she says as she curls into the pillow we’re sharing.
