Page 113 of Arrogant Puck

I stare at her face, savoring every single second of this. I can’t believe she’s let me in. I swear it’s like coming home. I don’t blink. I can’t. I don’t want to miss a single moment. Because this can’t possibly be real. After everything that has happened, our huge fight, how I fucked up by leaning into drugs… I blink now making sure that I’m not dreaming. I glance down at my dick pounding into her. I’ve imagined this so many times, what she would feel like, sound like in my arms, coming undone because of me.

But when her body starts shaking, her high-pitched voice cries my name, and her pussy starts pulsing around me, I know I’m not dreaming a single fucking thing.

This is really fucking happening.

I revel in every second of it.

How she cries my name. How she reaches for me. How her voice cracks.

My balls squeeze, my cock swells, and I reach climax, combusting inside of her. All the pent-up frustration from the last few years released heavily into my beautifulfriend. She hasno idea what she’s helped me do. I feel free. I feel like a new fucking man.

I keep fucking her until my high is complete. My body is satisfied, so I pull out. The trail of come follows out.

I don’t hesitate for one moment. This girl needs to know how much she means to me. I lean down, placing my hands on either side of her face.

“Do you have any fucking idea what you’ve just done to me, baby?”

She blushes. “I’m the bestest friend, aren’t I?” she teases.

I kiss her lips then her nose then her cheeks, her eyes, her temples, her forehead. She tries to hide away from it, but I keep kissing her.

“Don’t tell me you regret it?” I beg. I plead because I need to know where her head’s at.

“No,” she says, still flushed. “I would never regret that.”

“Fuck, Sage. Are you sure I didn’t cross a line?”

She grabs my face and kisses my lips. “I wanted to cross it.” Her eyes search mine. “Plus… now I know.”

She stands up and runs to the bathroom. I follow her.

“Now you know what?” I ask.

She steps into the shower glancing at me. “What happens if I stay.”

I’m at a loss of words, but she slides the curtain to the side. “Ifyou stay?” I call out, looking at my naked body in the mirror. Who the hell wouldn’t stay with this?

“Yeah, I haven’t decided yet.”

I open the curtain and look at her wet, glistening body. I step inside with her. “Baby, you have no choice. I’m not letting you go.”

“If I stay, I need to find a job.”

“Then let’s find you the perfect job.”

She grabs some soap, dumping into her palm. “You’re going to help me search for a job?”

“Baby, I’m willing to get down on one knee to get you to stay.”

Her eyes penetrate through me, probably imagining that. Now I’m thinking about how I would do it.

“Don’t do that, please.”

I don’t give her a choice. I lean down on one fucking knee inside this shower. The stream is hitting the back of her head, so she steps back.

“Sage,” I say, grabbing her hand. “Be mine, baby. Be my best friend. My girlfriend. My future wife. My everything.”

Chapter 39

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