He was far from done. With his thick dick spearing into me, he lifted my knee to my body and brought me to the edge and over again, then another time with just grinding into me, his fingers to my clit. I cried out with the closeness, the pleasure and intensity. How much I loved him.
My eyes popped open.
I did. Love him. It wasn’t just strange feelings of obsession, but more. Everything.
Tyler shook and banded his arms around me, breathing to calm himself. At each orgasm, with my internal walls squeezing him, he’d stilled to keep his control. Jaw tight. Eyes closed.
I didn’t want that. I wanted him as gone as me.
Twisting my legs, I turned us so I was on top once more. Then I ducked to speak in his ear, my hips working him.
“I need you to hear me.”
His eyes opened. He nodded a small degree, the need in his expression tight and real.
“You’ve been there more for me than any other person in my life, ever.”
“Because I made that happen.”
I shook my head. “No. You blame yourself for forcing me to be with you, but baby, I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Tyler growled out, “Fuck.” A strained and elongated sound I felt all through me.
I kept going. Kept fucking him slowly, never feeling him so hard as he was right now. “You think you’re bad for me, but you’re not. You’re the one thing I want. The only person I ever needed.”
Tyler’s hand came up. He held my face, his words pleading. “I’m the last thing you need.”
I stared. At his clenched jaw. At the mercy in his eyes.
Whatever he was about to say would hurt.
“I’ll find a way to let you go.”
His words were rough. He didn’t believe a word of it.
Something cracked around my heart. A protective layer that was supposed to keep me safe. Yet he’d gotten inside. His care. His devotion. No way was I letting him wallow in the nonsense of not thinking I felt the same.
“No. I won’t allow it. You’re mine.”
He bucked into me, losing his control.
I kept going. I couldn’t keep the words in. Too late to stop.
“I love you.”
With a broken cry, Tyler came. No gentle, delicious orgasm like he’d gifted me, but hard and with such passion that the sensation brought me right back to the same cliff face and over.
I splintered apart for the fifth or sixth time but didn’t miss a second of his pleasure. How tight he held me, the wetness inside from his cum.
We’d never used protection, and I never wanted to with him. I wanted this, always.
“I love you,” I whispered again.
Tyler clutched me so there wasn’t an inch of space. He shook. I held him.
If the camera kept rolling, let it watch. I wasn’t performing anymore. I’d shown the only person who mattered how I’d chosen.
Chapter 40
