Page 20 of Chasing his Ex

“I’ve only allowed one man inside me, and that is you,” I say, not that others believe it. “You?”

“Only you too,” he says with a smile.

My heart sings. I didn’t want to know if he’d loved someone else, especially as he’d spent a lot of time with one girl in particular.

“I still want you to wear a condom,” I tell him.

“I don’t have any,” he says.

I narrow my eyes at that. “In my bag,” I say. I always carry them. There’s always a friend in need that I need to look after—being a single parent did that.

I watch as he brings a condom back to the bedroom, and he sits on his heels, suiting himself. He covers me, pressing kisses against my neck, my face, my lips as he teases the tip of his hard dick against my entrance.

He looks me in the eye as he drifts in and out of me. “It should have always been us.” I can’t help but notice a sadness in his voice.

“It would have been if it hadn’t been for the video,” I whisper. I hate Noah changed everything that night, ruined my happily ever after with Finn.

“Was it always me?”

“Yes,” I tell him, truthfully, and with that he slams his lips back onto mine, pushing his dick further inside me. My mouth opens as I remember every inch.

“Things happen for reasons,” he says. “Not sure what that reason is yet—” He sighs as he slips deeper, grabbing my hands with his, pushing them out to the sides as he thrusts into me over and over,

Our hands remain clasped, our eyes locked as the momentum of us together becomes real once again. Two people who loved each other once, now just breathing and enjoying the way we feel together. And it feels so good.

I feel every throb inside me, and even though we aren’t moving fast, it’s causing my blood to thunder through my veins.

He pulls off me, almost withdrawing. His hands remove from mine and press onto the bed beside my face as he slams into me, so deep that the line between pleasure and pain blurs.

“Do you like that?” he asks darkly.

I nod, and he does it again.

And again.

Over and over.

I match him.

My back arches, meeting his hips as he pounds into me, our bodies slapping together in a punishing, angry rhythm. Yet it’s satisfying and sexy listening to the sound of us fucking.

He growls as he pushes harder. This is Finn at his utmost possessive. He’s not cruel. No, this is him showing me who owns me.

He drives his cock into me again and again, pushing me to the brink of what I can take, as goosebumps scatter over my skin.

I put my feet over his shoulders. He grips my hips, nailing me into the mattress so fast and hard I have to hold on to the sheets.

He tilts back and slams into me again, each thrust hitting the perfect spot.

“Oh,” I gasp, getting so close to relieving myself of all my pent of frustrations.

“On your knees,” he whispers, his tone demanding. He withdraws quickly, holding my hips, and spinning me around before he pulls me onto my knees, and thrusts his cock inside me again.

I groan, the sound of our bodies slapping is so loud that I’m sure the neighbors will hear.

“Come for me, Ava.” His rasping breaths warm over the shell of my ear.

Thrust after thrust and my climax is building again. The sensation of it shivering through my spine. More erratic thrusts from Finn and my arms feel weak, and like he knows, he spins me onto my back again, entering me so quickly a shiver tingles across my skin.

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