Page 134 of Like A Moth To A Flame

“Yeah, really,” she lifted so high that I nearly slipped out of her, and when she drove down on me, it was harder than before, and the slap of flesh screamed around us. “You were responsible for my very first orgasm and you weren’t even there.”

Alarm bells sounded in my head, and she giggled when my eyes went wide. My brain wouldn’t work, and I couldn’t get there even when I tried.

I pushed against her, my cock pulsating as it ground inside of her, and I could feel the wetness of her excitement slicking across my pelvic bone. She continued to ride me, rocking and grinding against her, soft mews slipping past her lips. I watched as beads of sweat collected on her forehead, the fingers pressed against my chest curling as she bit her lower lip in a way that I hoped she would let me soon. She continued to move, pulling up higher and crashing down on me harder until she developed her own heated rhythm. I was simply a passenger along for the ride.

“Come on baby,” I coaxed her, popping my hips up to meet her until her tiny breaths turned into deep, heated moans and I could hear her breath start to shake. “Show me how much you like it. You take it so good.”

She whined, a high-pitched sound that echoed in her throat as she rolled and shook, her hips undulating against me. I could tell she was close by the way her inner walls clenched around me and her fingers curled into tight fists, pressing against my sternum until it hurt.

Good. Let it hurt. I liked the pain. It reminded me that I was still human.

My hands circled her hips, yanking her down one final time and rising to meet her, slamming into her so hard that I could have sworn I heard the crack of bone on bone. Her eyes slammed shut and her mouth dropped open as she fought for every breath. Fluid gushed and soaked my lap as her pussy enveloped me, pulling me in until I was fully seated inside her. Unable to hold back any longer, I let go. With one final push, the floodgates opened, and I painted her insides with my name, carving a trench meant only for me.

No one else would touch her ever again, and if they tried, I’d cut out their heart.

She collapsed against me, shaking as I pulled her to my chest, holding onto her so tight that I could never lose her again.

I listened to the sound of her breathing going from quick and sharp to slow and calm. I felt the rapid tap of her heartbeat slow to a slow, steady pace as she relaxed against me. We lay there, calm and quiet for a long while before she picked her head up, her blueeyes looking up at me through her tangled mass of hair, stuck to her sweat-drenched forehead.

“Do you believe me now?” she asked, smiling as she gently lifted off of me and moved to stand up. She moved tenderly, and I could see by the movement of her thighs that she was sore.

Good. I liked it that way. I wanted her to remember who she belonged to every time she sat down.

“Maybe,” I said, and when she turned around to glare at me, one eyebrow cocked, I couldn’t help but laugh. “Where are you going?”

“I have to shower,” she said with a sigh. “Then I need to get back home.”

“You’re leaving?” I tried to keep the sorrow from my voice, but I could tell by the way she turned around and looked at me that I had failed miserably.

“I mean, if I’m gonna be staying in that house, I can’t stay with my dad’s old stuff forever.” She continued to the bedroom door, and my heart jumped. The way she looked at me from the doorway reminded me of yesterday, waking up to see her staring at me with a sad smile on her face.

I will never forget that moment. I will never forget the way the fog cleared and the darkness that had been eating at me slowly ebbed away and gave me a second to breathe.

“So you’re gonna stay?”

She laughed as she turned into the hallway.

“Well, I never wanted to raise a family long distance, Tommy.”

I chuckled, my arms crossed behind my head as I smiled up at the ceiling.

“Raise a family, huh?” I called as I heard her throw back the shower curtain, the metal rings clanging along the rod.

“No shit!” She called, and I laughed at the edge in her voice. “You pulled out my IUD and you’ve painted my insides with baby batter like… five times? It wouldn’t surprise me if you’ve already put it in there!”

I laughed, a hollow laugh that started deep down in my belly and continued until tears streamed from my eyes. As I lifted a hand to wipe tears from my eyes, a low vibrating hum sounded from the bedside table and I looked up, eyes narrowed. I hesitated, looking over at her phone and the little glittery case that I was so familiar with.

I knew it was an invasion of her privacy, but after everything I’d already done, was it really a step too far?

Reaching over, I swiped it off the nightstand and flipped it on. Immediately, I saw the notification, and it was from Barrett.

Are you just going to ignore me forever?

Before I could even compute the words, I was shaking with anger. After everything I had said to him, he still hadn’t taken the hint and left her the fuck alone. He got one more chance—one more strike before I knocked his head clean off his shoulders.

Leave me alone, Barrett. I don’t want to talk to you anymore.

I hit send, and promptly deleted and blocked the number.

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