Page 225 of Hide and Keep

It’s hard once I sink into that pussy though. All I want to do is jackhammer into her so hard I leave an imprint of my dick head on her cervix.

“As you wish,” I tell her like I’m her personal genie, not her personal protection agent.

I slide into her until I’m fully buried, then drop my forehead to hers.

“Ahhh,” she says more than sighs.

“Fuck. Your pussy feels so good hugging my cock. You take me sofuckingwell. You…” What am I supposed to say here? Lovey shit? I’m not good with lovey shit?

I guess I could go with the truth.

As I begin rocking in and out of her, I say, “I think about this all the time. I think about you all the time.”

“What do you think about?”

“Touching you. Kissing you. Fucking you. Sharing a bed with you.”

The smallest change happens. Ever’s body kinda locks up, enough for me to notice. It’s only momentary, then she’s back to normal.

I lift my head to check her expression. She’s dopey, but according to her that’s the effect I have on her.

I still don’t see how that’s possible. Ever’s the most beautiful woman I’ve laid eyes on. She’s richer than anyone I’ve met. And in a few years, she’ll be more powerful than I can fathom.

Meanwhile I’m just me—a scarred-up, broke-ass nobody. In three years, I’ll still be a scarred-up nobody, just a lot less broke.

But I won’t have Ever anymore.

My speed picks up slightly. I can’t help it. Because we do have an end date, there will always be an urgency between us.

“I want you in here, with me, every night. I want to fall asleep looking at you and know that when I open my eyes, you’re the first thing I’ll see. You’re my favorite thing to look at. You’re fucking gorgeous. You’re perfect. And I’m—”

Shit. What was that? What was I about to say?

“About to blow,” I lie because I don’t know how else to finish that sentence without making an already complex situation more complicated. “We need to change positions.”

I roll us so she’s on top, keeping her legs stretched out alongside mine instead of bent. I don’t let her sit up either.

“Grind on me.”

“It’s kind of hard like this—”

Each hand on an ass cheek, I get my fingers all up in her crack before pulling those cheeks both apart and down, making her gasp.

“Goddess, Crue.”

Simultaneously pulling her down onto my cock, I circle my hips, thrusting up at the top of each rotation. My cock’s gonna be waterlogged after this ’cause that motherfucker’s not getting any air like this.

Sweat’s already gathering between our stomachs, making all kinds of strange sounds that must have Ever feeling self-conscious because she freezes again.

I keep moving from below, assuring her, “I don’t care. Make me so messy—”

“You need another shower?” she jokes.

“Make me so messy I’m as covered in you as you are of me.”

My possessive little bat’s eyes flare. Fuck, her domination over me is something to revere. I can’t explain it. She just…owns me.

“As you wish,” she says, sounding more like a genie than I did. Instead of having her for three wishes, I only have her for three years though. As comforting as that should be, it’s not. Wishes can be finagled. Time can’t.

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