I shake my head, I don’t think I can. And yet my body sings with the idea of giving him one more.
“Oh yes, one more. I know you can.” His cock teasing me again, sliding over my clit. Before I can argue, he thrusts into me.
“Fucking hell,” I mutter out.
“That’s my girl. Taking me like it belongs there,” his words circle my head. If this was what sex was supposed to be like, I would die a happy woman.
His thrusts become greedy as he craves more. Between the movements, the friction, and his mouth hot on my neck which is bruising and passionate, my arms circle his back, clawing at him. Begging for another orgasm. His pants become loud as he chases his own release. Using me, owning me, claiming me as his, both of us come hard in moments. His dick spazzing inside me, his cum filling the latex barrier. He collapses in my arms, as both of us come down from a cloud of stars and pleasure. Our heated bodies entangled with each other.
Keola rips the condom off, one that is full of his cum and tosses it in the trash, gathers me in his arms. My head nestles in the crook of his neck.
For once, I’m okay with being claimed as his. But I’m afraid that once the cloud of bliss clears, my mind will run away.
“I can hear your thoughts,” Keola’s sheepishly voice calls. Our bodies are still melted to each other, barely wanting to move.
His one hand that was pulling me into him, now caresses my backside. “Talk to me.” his smooth voice calls to me.
I pull my lips in a tight line, trying not to say anything that will provoke arguments.
“I’m fine.”
“Whenever women say I’m fine, they really aren’t and they’re masking their true feelings. I know there is something,” he says.
I don’t look at him, “Everything feels..” I try to find the right words.
“Rushed? Confusing? Unknown?” He says, like he was reading my mind.
“We’ve only known each for a couple of months. We had one date. I’m just a person in the now.” I start to say, I don’t know whether I’m trying to reason with him or push him away.
He hoists me up from his side, sitting both of us up. I straddle his lap, his gaze taking mine. “You can get those thoughts out of your head. When I said that you’re mine, I didn’t say for now. I mean for the rest of my life.”
I don’t think he means that, that means that he has to put up with my psychotic, bastard father, being there for Finn, and even what is to come with the foundation. He’s got enough on his plate, why does he want to include mine.
“You don’t know what you’re including.” My heart aches at the sincere promises he’s making.
He captures my lips in a ravishing kiss, a searing kiss. For a moment, my mind goes quiet.
“Does that feel like I don’t know what I’m getting myself into?” he asks, I shake my head, “You can take your time to accept what I said, in the end I’m not leaving. You are mine in every way. Just like I’m yours.” His hands take my face, his thumb swiping away a free tear that I didn’t notice rolling down my cheek.
“When you’re ready to say it, then say it.”
He’s going to give me time. It’s strange for me, and it stirs in my chest. The unknown.
“I don’t mean to kill the mood, and the slight boner that I have,” he jokes, my cheeks flush, “But we have some things to talk about.” He lifts me off his lap, sitting me on the bed as he gathers his clothes giving me privacy.
He closes the door slightly, as I go to get my clothes and try to freshen up in his bathroom. I steal one of his black shirts that lay in a drawer. I look through my mess of clothes and find my underwear, and yet it’s missing.
Fucker took my underwear.And yet I’m highly turned on.I’m screwed.
Chapter 23
Keola
I’mscrewed.
I’m head over heels for her.
I’m willing to do anything for her and more.
