Page 80 of Wicked Surrender

I braced myself for the intrusion, but he kissed me deeply, distracting me as he pulled out of me. His finger speared into my pussy, collecting my arousal that suctioned so juicy and loud, turning me on more. Then with his demanding mouth sealed over mine, he pressed his slick fingertip into my rear hole.

Rubbing his dick over my folds, he kept up pressure on my clit and my pussy, just not spearing into me yet. Under his deep kisses, I relaxed as he rimmed my hole and pushed in further and further.

The burn was different. The stretch and sensation of being full there was foreign, yet so good that I swore I’d come from his touch alone.

“Laura. You’re—” He groaned, wedging his dick into my pussy. “You feel so fucking amazing.”

I nodded, too far gone to speak, let alone think. I felt torn apart but stitched too tightly. I was scattered and lost, yet pieced together in a coiled spring that would burst.

As soon as he pushed his cock all the way in, he stilled for a moment.

I acclimated to the intense pressure. Between his thick shaft in my throbbing, greedy pussy and his long finger up my ass, I was doubly close to coming in a rush of an orgasm for him.

“Laura…”

I couldn’t talk. This was too much. I felt him so deeply, and with letting him have me like this, I was giving him so much trust.

I couldn’t lower my guard any more than this.

We were united, so close and bound together.

I kissed him, clinging to him until he started a rhythm of pumping into me. And I was lost too soon. With the thrusts of his dick and his finger sliding steadily, I reached my orgasm with a blinding bliss that had me screaming.

If it weren’t for his mouth over mine, swallowing down my cries and screams of pleasure, the whole frat house would’ve heard. They would’ve also heard him groaning so gutturally loud, too, when he followed me a few seconds later.

My skin was swollen, so raw and sensitive from him like this, yet as my climax shook me from head to toe, each wave of pleasure seemed in sync with every jerk and twitch of him emptying himself deep in my womb.

26

JASON

Laura fell asleep after I made love to her. It was different from the beginning. When she showed up at my room, Iknewthis was it.

William took off because he didn’t think he had any other chance at a solid future. He thought he had no one. It pushed me to realize how much I cared about having Laura in my life. Up until now, I understood that it was temporary. That when she found out why I chose her to target for bullying, she would want nothing to do with me.

There was always an expiration date hovering between us.

And in the wake of losing my brother, I recognized that I couldn’t keep the truth from her any longer.

I struggled for so long to know how to compromise between wanting and hating her. I had my answer now. And it was so simple. I didn’t hate her.

It was Dean Chen whom I loathed. It was her father that I had an issue with. He was the catalyst of the ruin. Only he was the one who started this downward spiral of my brother coming to the decision to fall deeper under the spell of using drugs and becoming a drifter to sell them.

Like that doctor reminded me, those were William’s choices, regardless of how much I wished I could be his hero and save him.

I never hated Laura. I’d just taken advantage of her association with her father to justify venting my anger on her. In hindsight, with William gone, I realized that releasing all my anger and frustration hadn’t helped anyone at all.

Maybe it wasn’t wrong for me to be mad in the first place. But it was really fucking stupid to let it control me and tempt me into making it my whole purpose.

I cleaned up Laura with a cloth from my bathroom, then I lay beside her as she napped. With how hard she’d come for me, I wasn’t worried that she was sluggish and lax now.

As soon as she woke up, though…

I have to tell her.

I couldn’t live with myself to keep the truth from her any longer. I refused to hear her ask me why it had to be her whom I wanted to bully.

It was time to tell her the truth. Even though it could destroy what we were building, I owed her the truth so she could decide whether she wanted to walk back her claims of trusting me, of caring about me.

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