“This is never going to work, JJ.” A tear slips down her cheek.
I kiss it away. “Another lie. Come on, baby, try harder.”
“We’re wrong for each other,” she whispers.
“We’re meant for each other,” I murmur against her lips. “Try again.”
She shakes her head, her mouth softly brushing mine, and she whines. “I’m so tired of fighting these feelings.”
I smile, my forehead resting against hers. “There’s my girl. Now stop fighting and let me take care of you for a minute.”
When she doesn’t argue, I lick into her mouth. She moans, wrapping her arms around my neck. And for the first time in years, I feel like I’m home.
“I need,” she pants against my mouth, her hands traveling down my chest to my belt.
“Slow down, baby.”
She pulls her head back, taking that delicious mouth away from me. “No, I need you.” Those brown eyes of hers hold mine. “Please, JJ. It’s been too long.”
It’s been an eternity since I had her, and I’m not strong enough to say no. Not when this is all I’ve ever wanted. So when she reaches for my belt again, I don’t stop her. Instead, I match her enthusiasm, tugging her leather pants down.
“Shit,” she hisses as she wraps her hand around my hard cock.
I suck air between my teeth. Nothing has felt as good as this simple touch in years.
“I forgot,” she mumbles, stroking once, twice.
I squeeze my eyes shut.Do not fucking come, JJ. Hold it the fuck together.
“Adeline,” I grunt.
“I forgot how big, and—holy fuck.”
I slide my middle finger inside her, all the way to my knuckle.
“You’re…” She drops her head back against the door.
“Pierced,” I finish for her. Then I take her mouth, relishing the way she strangles my finger with her tight pussy. “Remember how good it feels, mon trésor? How many times you came all over it. It’ll be even better with the piercing. You gonna do that for me now, Adeline? You gonna come again and again?” I roll my thumb over her clit and curl my finger inside her.
With a cry, she detonates. It’s the most beautiful sound. And her expression, pure pleasure, is my undoing.
“That’s my girl,” I murmur.
“Fuck me,” she begs against my lips.
My already racing heart thunders in my ears. “Are you sure?”
She grips my cheeks, looking me in the eye. “Now is not the time to pull back. I need that cock inside me. Please.”
I chuckle. “Bend over, Angles.”
Without hesitation, she spins and pops her fantastic ass out. With a single stroke, I notch myself at her entrance. I lean over her, press mymouth to her ear, and admit, “I fucking missed you.” Then I thrust deep inside her.
“Holy shit,” she whimpers.
I don’t go slow and I can’t stifle the groans escaping me. It’s been too long and she feels too goddamn good. I fuck her for the years we missed out on. I fuck her for all the times she ignored me. For the moments when I thought I hated her.
But mostly, I fuck her like I love her. Because I do. Because over the last four years, no matter the time or the place, had Adeline Langfield shown an ounce of interest, I would have had her bent over like this. I would have been inside her. Beside her. Spending my life with her. And now, finally, I can.
