Page 111 of Full Throttle

I moved then, straddling his lap as I wrapped my arms around his neck. “You leave, I’ll follow,” I whispered, leaning down as my lips brushed against his. “Spent my life racing after you, Cain. I have no issues doing it again.” I kissed him, slow and gentle, showing him how he’s supposed to be loved.

His arms came around me then, whimpering into my mouth as I moved my hips against him, immediately feeling his hardness against me, his jeans only adding to the pressure. I pulled my hand from around his neck, trailing it over his shoulder, down his chest and abs, and put it between us. I pushed up slightly, breaking the kiss and looking down as I shoved my hands into his jeans. My fingers wrapped around his hard cock and my lips parted at the contacted.

“Nik,” he murmured.

I pulled his cock free then moved to pull my panties to the side. I rose up higher, bracing my other hand on his shoulder as I lined myself up with him. Then, I looked back to his face, staring into his eyes as I promised, “You leave, I’ll follow. Wherever you go, I go.” Slowly, I inched my way down onto his cock. I tried my best to swallow my whimper as he stretched me again, my pussy still sore.

It was slow process—utter torture for him. His head fell back as his hands snaked underneath my shirt, going to my waist.

“Say it,” I whispered, stopping halfway.

“Fuck, Nik,” he breathed, his voice raw.

I moved up and back down, stopping halfway again as his fingers flexed on my waist. “Wherever you go, I go, Cain. Say it,” I panted.

His head snapped forward, his upper lip curling. “Go down,” he ordered.

I shook my head. “Not until you say it.”

Those pale blue eyes darkened, and suddenly, my back was on the floor. Before I could protest, he pulled all the way out and slammed inside me to the hilt. My back arched as a broken cry left me, his hand wrapping around my throat as he started snapping his hips.

My arms went back around his neck as I held his eyes, gasping. “C-Cain,” I moaned as his cock hit my cervix. “Say it.”

“No,” he clipped, his fingers squeezing my neck harder.

“Please,” I rasped, wrapping my legs around him. I moved my hips then, meeting his thrusts. “Wherever you go, I go. I’ll never stop, Cain. I’ll never give up on you again.

“Dammit, clover,” he growled.

His hand was gone from my throat, and he dropped down, bracing his forearms on either side of my head, my fingers curling into his hair as he kept his unrelenting pace. “You love me,” I told him.

“Yes,” he snarled.

“You want to be with me.”

“Always.”

“You want a life with me.”

His jaw went slack as my pussy started fluttering around his length. I was nearly there.

“I love you,” I rasped.

A groan left him, and his face fell into my neck. He pulled out and slammed all the way in again, his balls slapping against me. “Yes,” he growled against my skin.

“I want to be with you,” I moaned, my breath hitching.

Thrust.

“Yes.”

Thrust.

“I want a life with you,” I cried, my hand going between us. He pulled back, looking at me as my fingers hovered over my clit.

Thrust.

“That’s not yours to touch,” he reminded me.

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