Stop ruining everything. You revealed too much already. Lexi doesn’t want to hear about how you were shoved like garbage in a basement. She wants a strong protector who has his shit together. She’s going to find someone else.
And I would lose her, having to watch her life from afar. Like I did with my mother.
She gave me an assessing look.
“You know what helps me when I feel down about how my life wasn’t all that I thought it was going to be?”
“What’s that.”
“A gratitude journal. You count your blessings and realize things aren’t as bad as they could be.”
“So the very definition of toxic positivity.”
She scooped up the last forkful of cake.
“It’s toxic positivity covered by a mound of frosting.”
I let her feed it to me. Then she leaned in to kiss me. I tasted the tart lemon of the cake on her mouth.
“What are you grateful for?” she pressed.
“I’m grateful for …” I hesitated.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Not for a moment. I knew that I shouldn’t be so obsessed with her, knew she deserved better, but she enchanted me like nothing else.
I ran my fingers through her curly red hair. “I’m grateful for those deep-brown eyes of yours.”
“Are you?”
I pulled down the blanket, uncovering her wondrous body. “I’m grateful for these curvaceous tits of yours.” I ran my hands over their soft warmness, hearing her purr beneath my touch.
“I think you’re missing the point of the question, Grayson.”
“Am I now?” Now bare before me, I threw myself over her, a hand running up from her pussy toward the rest of her body.“You asked me to name things I’m grateful for. The things that make me happy. And your gorgeous body is definitely making me very happy right now.”
I leaned down, kissing her, before reaching back into the nightstand drawer and pulling out a condom. I opened it and slid it down my cock, her small hand so quick to join me in rolling it out.
“I’m grateful for the sounds you make when I fuck you. I’m grateful for the ecstasy I feel when your pussy grasps my cock so tightly, the intensity of being inside you, and the heightened desire I feel for you.”
She laughed. “I’m going to be asking for more answers later, Grayson. But for now, you’ve earned a stay of execution. Because I want what you want. Fuck me, Grayson. Do it now. Do it hard.”
“So demanding.” I kissed her, then I thrust inside her, the overwhelming sensation forcing me to moan right alongside her. Her arms crossed around my head as she nodded enthusiastically, and I took her harder. Every inch of my cock was in bliss as her pussy throbbed around me, us rocking together. I wanted to hear her moans, hear her scream for me.
Her legs closed around me. I froze briefly as I thought about how I was truly grateful for her. She was exceptionally hot. Funny. Smart. Everything I wanted in a woman.
She scratched me a bit for daring to stop. I just laughed it off and reaffirmed my lust, pummeling into her as hard as I could without hurting her.
We must have been so weak to one another, because I’m sure both of us could last longer than we did. But as soon as I heard her scream at the top of her lungs, her pussy squeezed me tighter and her body shuddered around me, sending me over the edge.
I held her in my arms. My cock still throbbed. I could easily go for another round.
“You get a sticker for that,” she said, panting.
I gave her a smug look and leaned back, hands behind my head. “I probably deserve one.”
“Glad to see you’re positively drowning in self-confidence.”
I trailed my hand down her curves, felt her move under my touch. There was rustling of paper. I looked down.
