Page 66 of Until Forever

“Um.”

“This is mine.” I quicken my stroke and force her to kiss me. “You’reall mine.”

“Y-” she stutters, only to stop and lick her lips while bouncing back, meeting me stroke for fucking stroke.

I’m going to bust, but I need her to meet me there. Sinking into the couch, I reach between us, finding her clit. It pulses at my touch, and she flinches when I flick the hood with the pad of my finger. She grows wetter when I circle her bud while sliding my dick in and out.

Her moans come closer together, and her walls hug me tight. She’s coming, her body trembling with her building orgasm. My balls draw up, and I fuck her hard, chasing ecstasy for the both of us. She writhes in my lap, and her cum coats my pelvic area.

I hold her down, stroking and wringing us both dry. My vision blurs, and sweat lines my brows as my own pleasure consumes me. The room stills, and light from a passing car flashes through the window, though I’m so far gone I barely notice.

I thrust once more, spilling my seed before I can realize we didn’t wear a condom. She doesn’t seem to mind either as we stare at each other, and I continue to fuck her even when I go soft.

We finally come down, our breaths evening out. Latoya touches my chin and searches my face, then she smiles and kisses me. I wrap my arms around her body, hugging her close and settling into the couch.

I rub her ass, then palm it. “You’re so damn good,” I whisper over her lips.

“You weren’t too bad yourself.” She grinds against me, and my dick stirs while still inside her.

She tries to get up, but I keep her in place, slowly stroking her tender pussy, watching the lust build on her face in tune with my hard-on.

“I’m not done with you yet,” I grunt and begin to fuck her again.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

LATOYA

“Ooo,”Jasper mutters when I walk into the living room. “Where are you headed looking like that?” he asks, his tone fun and flirty.

I chuckle. “Looking like what?”

“Fine as hell.” He scoots down in his chair at the desk we added near the window. His legs are wide, and the grin on his face instantly transforms into a lust-filled gaze. Jasper brings his hand to his chin and rakes his gaze over my frame.

I shake my head to keep from smiling. “It’s a t-shirt and jeans. Relax, you horndog,” I say as I inch toward the door and remove my keys from the hook.

I’m facing the other direction, so it shocks me when I suddenly feel him behind me, his hard body pressing into mine. Spinning around, I stare at him, but he stops me from backing away with an arm around my waist. He leans in, his mouth hovering near mine without actually touching.

“What are you doing?” I say in a near whisper while peering into his eyes.

“I was about to kiss my woman,” he admits.

I inhale and blow it out through my nose, mentally telling myself to get out of here before I wind up in trouble. He’s insatiable, devouring me nearly every night. And don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining, but I really need to get out of here.

Something changed for us the night of the cookout. It wasn’t the first time he told me he was in love with me. We used to say it all the time, and he’s said it at least once since his return.

But that night, him taking me the way he did, the passion I felt with every kiss, every touch, was different. It was more, and I don’t know if it scares me. Even more so, I don’t know if it scares me because I’m afraid to accept it’s all real.

He’s home and for good. And the idea of that overwhelms me with a sense of comfort I never allowed myself to have before.

“Where are you going?” he quizzes.

My chest heaves. “To my parents.” I watch his mouth and the devilish gleam in his eyes.

“Oh yeah?” He kisses me, his tongue dancing with mine and taking what little breath I have away.

“Uh-huh,” I mutter.

“Can you be late?” he murmurs without breaking our embrace, stealing my words when he bites my bottom lip.

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