Page 26 of Taken With You

Better safe than sorry, though. Right?

She didn’t say anything, her eyes dark as she watched me slowly roll the condom over my length.

I cupped my balls, squeezing the base of my dick as I looked at her, and I knew if I weren’t careful, I wasn’t going to make it inside her.

And I really wanted to be inside her.

She licked her lips, and I crawled over her, slowly positioning myself at her entrance.

“You ready?”

“Always.”

And then I slammed into her. One thrust, and I was balls-deep.

She screamed my name, and I captured her shout with my mouth.

Her legs locked around my waist, and even as she adjusted to my girth, I slowly pumped in and out of her, increasing my speed as I did.

Her fingernails raked down my back as I slammed into her, one thrust, then another.

I wanted to fuck her hard into the mattress, wanted to show her exactly who I once was, even though I knew I shouldn’t.

And because of that thought, I twisted around, moving to my back with her on top as I slid my hands over her hips.

“Ride me.”

She raked her fingers through her hair before putting both hands on her breasts, pinching her nipples.

“If you say so.” And then she rocked her hips, rolling as she rode my cock.

“Fuck,” I growled, gripping her hips tightly so she could sit still for a minute.

“Too good?” she asked, licking her lips.

“Fuck yeah.” And then I fucked her. Rising up and down so quickly, the sounds I made echoed in my ears. It made things that much hotter.

She lowered over me, kissing me as I tugged on her hair and fucked her hard.

I slid one hand between us, flicking my thumb over her clit, and she came. When she clamped around me, I pumped once, twice, and then I came with her, whispering her name into her mouth as I kissed her.

I couldn’t hold back, didn’t want to.

So we kept moving, even as both of us came down from our orgasms.

I wanted more but knew I couldn’t take it. Was positive I couldn’t give it.

And as she looked at me, I saw the girl she’d been before, and I knew I felt like the guy I’d once been as well.

But then I saw the scars, the ones on her body I could see, and the ones I couldn’t. And I thought about the ones she couldn’t see on me.

And not only the visible ones that reminded me of who we were. The ones inside, as well.

Though this had been the best night of my life, I knew it couldn’t last.

Because she was a princess. And I was the bastard who’d worked with her ex-boyfriend.

I was the asshole who hadn’t known all the horrors of what had happened with her until it was too late.