He could do whatever he wanted, and I’d still be his.
I was in love with Phillipe Tibideau.
I shut the journal and reach down to grip the hair that is tickling my breasts.
“Stop,” I tell him as I put the journal to the side.
Immediately, he lifts his head, and as he focuses on my face, I see dark desire smoldering in his deep green eyes.
“Do you even know who you’re with right now?” I ask him.
I’m desperate to know he isn’t thinking ofheras he brushes his mouth acrossmynipples.
He gives me a blistering look intended to make all my doubt instantly disappear, but this time, I hold firm. This time, I need to know.
“Of course, Gemma,” he assures me seductively. He lowers his mouth onto the curve of my breast. “Your breasts—they’re fuller and rounder than hers were.”
I know I should feel disgusted or at least disturbed that he’s kissing me and talking about her. But as he sucks my nipple between his lips, his cheeks hollow out, and I’m reminded of all the beautiful angles of his face Chantel was talking about. Instantly, I’m struck by his sheer attractiveness.
He moves up my body, and he’s suddenly right where he was in the journal—between my thighs. The only difference is that I’m naked, and he’s clothed—well, except for his open pants. His eyes are looking down into mine, and I’m finding it hard to make any words come out of my mouth. That’s when I feel his right hand move down to trace the curve my hip.
“And your hips are curvier. They flare out more, giving you that sexy hourglass figure that men everywhere would beg to touch.”
I can’t help but arch my hips up against the hard cock I can feel straining inside his pants.
“But the question isn’t really ifIknow who I’m with right now,” he points out as he flexes his hips against mine, letting me feel the full force and impact of his desire. “The question is…doyou?”
I think about that for a moment and lift my hands to his hips. I know who I’m with, and I want him in me now.Pushing down his pants, I grip his hard cock in my right hand, lining him up with my greedy pussy.
“I know exactly who I’m with,” I tell him.
I watch as he lowers his head to the side of mine.
“So tell me, Gemma—is itmeyou’re with, or are you here with meandChantel?” he asks.
Before I can answer him, he thrusts his cock inside of me.
I can’t help my cry as he pushes his hips forward, and suddenly, he’s back at my ear telling me wicked and depraved things I shouldn’t know.
“This is the same blanket, Gemma. I’m fucking you on the exact same blanket I tookheron. How does that make you feel?” he asks as he drags his thick cock in and out of my dripping sex.
I can’t seem to formulate an answer, and he doesn’t seem to care because he keeps up his warped monologue.
“Do you know that every time I sank my cock into her, she arched her back, just like you’re doing? Her eyes—fuck, those beautiful and useless eyes—would stare up at me like I owned the whole fucking world.”
I pant as his moves become faster and harder, almost brutal. He shifts and puts his left hand under my ass, pulling my pelvis up, so he can burrow deeper inside of me. I feel like he’s close to penetrating my very soul as he leans down to bite my bottom lip.
“Does it turn you on—reading and knowing how she felt every time my cock pushed into her? It must, Gemma, because you aren’t even using this smart head of yours anymore. Your arousal is making you careless.”
“What?” I ask. I’m caught up in my own lust as I feel my core flutter around the thickness wedged deep inside of me.
“Your brain—it’s not working, or you’d be wondering or concerned if I’m safe, if you’re safe.”
My eyes snap open to focus on him as he stops moving.
“I’m safe. Now, Gemma…” His voice floats through the tiny amount of space left between us. “Are you? Because I’m not moving until I hear?—”
“I’m safe.” I moan, bowing up to him.
