Page 662 of The Tempted

She tore her mouth from mine, splayed her palms flat against my chest and worked her hips, riding my cock like she was a fucking jockey.

Christ, what the fuck happened to little miss innocent.

Me.

Let’s ride, girl.

I grabbed her ass and pushed off the mattress, charging my cock into her repeatedly before she slammed my back onto the mattress and shook her head.

“This is all me,” she purred. “You just lay back and let me welcome you home babe,” she whispered, lifting off me. “Look down, watch me take your cock and know I’m going to be taking it for the rest of our lives.”

Dead.

I was fucking dead.

“Look!” She shouted as she lowered herself onto me, forcing me to watch my cock disappear inside of her.

She took my hands and placed them on her tits.

“Watch me fuck you, Blackie,” she hissed, as she rotated her hips and leaned forward, finding friction as she rubbed her clit against my pelvic bone. I reached up and took her nipple into my mouth before she pushed me down again and quickened her pace. I wrapped my arms around her and grabbed a hold of her ass while she worked me over.

Her hair stuck to her face and her breath came out in short pants as her tits bounced in my face. I lost my fucking mind and felt my release threaten to explode.

I gritted my teeth and tried to hang onto it a little longer.

“Fuck me, girl. You’re so goddamn pretty when you’re riding my cock,” I growled. “Shit, I’m going to lose it, Lace,” I warned.

“Give it to me,” she hissed. “Fucking give it to me, Blackie…I can’t hold it anymore,” she cried.

I grunted, as her pussy constricted around my cock and grabbed her hips and pulled her off me before slamming her down on me once…twice…three times.

She screamed out as I let go of her hips and came inside of her. Her sweet cunt took every drop I gave before she collapsed on top of me.

“Welcome home, babe,” she breathed, dropping her head against my chest. I was half dead but wrapped one arm around her, squeezed her tightly, and pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

“Thank you,” I whispered against her hair. “Look at me,” I commanded. She lifted her head off my chest and stared back at me.

So pretty.

I reached out and tucked her hair behind her ears before cupping her face with my palms.

“Thank you…,” I repeated hoarsely. “…for showing me how to smile again. I’m not grateful for much in this world, but I’ll thank God every day, for the rest of my life, you came into the clubhouse that day and forced me to look at you, to see you, my angel, the same girl who has been right in front of me for years. You stuck with me, girl, saw me through the ugly and gave me the good I thought I’d never see.”

She smiled at me.

And I knew that smile was my saving grace.

She opened her mouth to speak but I quickly placed my index finger to her lips.

“Not done yet,” I told her, removed my finger and leaned forward to press my lips to hers because I couldn’t stare at that mouth and not claim it every single time.

“Thank you, for loving me and helping me rewrite my life,” I rasped.

“Your story,” she corrected, swallowing hard before she reached for my face and leaned her forehead against mine. “Our story,” she decided. “And there are so many blank pages left for us to scribe.”

“Our story,” I agreed, closing my eyes momentarily before opening them and staring into the dark eyes that owned my soul. “You want a preview of what those blank pages will say?”

“Oh, you know think you know the way it ends?”

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