Page 58 of Mr. Persistent


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“This is forever. You and me, Madeline.” He leans down again and kisses me softly.

“Forever,” I agree.

“Are you ready?” His voice a whisper, his forehead resting against mine as his eyes search mine.

I nod, while his penis runs back and forth over my slit until he’s at my entrance, pushing forward, and he’s met with resistance.

“Oh…ow,” I whimper, scrunching up my eyes.

My grip tightened on his hair.

“Mads, babe. Are you all right?”

There is a fiery burn below that I can’t describe. I can’t imagine what this would feel like if we rushed into this.

I nod, but it’s a complete lie.

“Nearly there.”I’m pretty sure that’s a lie, too.

My grip tightens on his hair, and Nate flinches.

“Sorry.” I release my grip and move my hands to his shoulders.

“Don’t ever apologize.” He circles his hips, attempting to loosen me up. “Do you want to stop?”

My eyes snap to his. “No…do you?”

“Absolutely not.” He smirks. “You feel amazing, babe.”

“Kiss me,” I plead, hoping to block out the burning sensation.

His kiss is soft and tender as he slowly pushes forward.

The wind picks up, and above our heavy breathing, you can hear the soft sway of trees in the distance.

Everything is perfect.

“This has been the best six weeks of my life,” he whispers against my lips. “I can’t wait to spend every summer with you for the rest of our lives.”

I smile into his neck, clinging to him as tears burn my eyes.

An endless summer.

This is the kind of love you only ever dream about.

And somehow, it’s mine.

Nate pulls back slightly, then pushes forward, sliding deep into me, knocking the air right out of me completely.

“I’m sorry,” he rushes out, caressing my face. “I’m all in now.”

I take deep, controlled breaths, staring up at him with wide eyes.

When the pain dulls and I can feel like I can speak, I narrow my eyes playfully. “You look pretty darn pleased with yourself .”

He chuckles and reaches between us to rub my clit. “Oh fuck,” Nate moans when I clench around him. He pulls out,slowly slides back in, and, with a strained voice, asks, “How does that feel?”

“Better. Are you okay?”