Page 56 of Dark Notes

I crawl up her body, and place a hand on either side of her head, as I stare into her eyes.

“I’ll take my chances, because life without you is fucking excruciating.”

She stares into my eyes, with a heartbreaking expression, as she places her hand on my face. “I’m sorry. I was so fucked up. Hurting you was never my intention.”

I run my tongue up the center of her neck.

“Say you’re mine. Bring me back to life.”

Squeezing her eyes shut, the tears fall down her cheeks. “I hope you don’t regret this, Jagger. I’m yours. If you still want me, I’m yours.”

Undoing my pants with my left hand, I hold myself up on the mattress with my right, as I continue to gaze at her.

“You are all I have ever wanted. I regret leaving you alone that day. I regret not knowing you were in so much pain that you’d try to end your life. I regret not beating the hell out of that paparazzi, and stopping him from writing that filth. But you, baby? I could never regret you.”

I pull her panties to the side, and smirk at her. “I could get us both naked first, but I have waited for three years. I can’t wait a second longer.”

As I slam into her, she gasps loudly, and I freeze. Her obvious pain was not what I expected. I assumed, while she hadn’t been with the guy with the girl name, that she had been with someone in three years.

“Have you not been with anyone else?”

Her eyes fill with unshed tears, and she shakes her head. “No,” she whispers.

I groan loudly. “See, baby, you were waiting for me too.”

Wiping her fallen tears with my thumb, I say, “I’ll go slow.”

“Jagger,” she moans, as I pull back most of the way and push back into her at a snail’s pace.

Suddenly, the dam breaks, and she sobs, “I’m sorry. I hate myself for what I did to you.”

Holding my hand against the side of her head, I tell her, “Shhh, baby. Everything is okay now. Feel me inside you. Nothing else matters.”

For a long time, I was angry with her for leaving me, but I’m not anymore. Can you really fault someone for taking care of themself, even if they break you in the process? I didn’t understand it at the time, but she needed to be on her own to deal with her trauma. To get the help I desperately wanted to give her, but couldn’t.

McKinley places her hand over my heart. “Jagger,” she whispers, “I love you, but I really fucking hate this tattoo.”

“Yeah? If you’re a good girl and come for me, I’ll get it fixed.”

She glares at me. “Nobody could come at this pace. If you want me to come, fuck me like you mean it.”

I chuckle softly. “Why don’t you get yourself off, then?”

Flipping over to my back, I take her with me, so she’s on top of me.

“Ride me, baby. Get off on my cock.”

As much as I want this to last forever, I know it won’t, and I am really hoping she comes before I do. Three years is a long fucking time, and I won’t have the stamina I used to have.

She moves up and down my length, and as good as it was when we did this before, it’s better now. She rides me with confidence. There doesn’t appear to be any worry about how much weight is on her body. She doesn’t hide her stomach, no flinching from my gaze, and it’s fucking perfection.

I watch her tits bounce with every movement, and the beautiful way she tosses her head back on a moan, her dark hair falling around her shoulders, as she cries out my name.

Falling forward, she digs her nails into my chest, as her pussy clenches down on my cock like a goddamn vise. Wrapping my arms around her back, I hold her close to me as I fill her with my cum.

She climbs off me, and I watch her go to the bathroom.

Sliding back into bed, McKinley lays down beside me and kisses my tattoo.

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