Page 99 of Loved

She squealed and tried to move away from my hands. But I easily grabbed her ankle, holding her down as I climbed on top of her. I grabbed her hands and pinned them to the mattress above her head. Her chest heaved up and down, her nipples begging for my attention. Nowthiswas how I preferred her. Completely at my mercy.

"Okay, you win!” she said. “I surrender."

I smiled down at her. Well, if she was surrendering… I let go of her hands and lifted her hips, sinking myself deep inside of her again. How was she still this fucking tight after I stretched her out?

"Professor Hunter," she moaned.

This is what made all the shit we’d been through the past few days worth it. The way she said my name. The way she touched me. The way she looked at me. The way she made me feel. I loved the way she made me feel. Like she worshipped me. Like I was everything to her. Like maybe I was good enough. Like I wasn’t a complete fuckup.

I leaned over top of her and kissed her hard. I wanted to bruise her lips. Her neck. I wanted anyone who saw her to know that she belonged to me. And she didn’t want my ring, so bruises would have to do. I pressed my lips against the side of her neck. But her skin was perfect. As flawless as the rest of her. I didn’t want to keep hurting her. Why did I always do that?

I pulled back and moved my hips faster. Her long red hair was splayed across the pillow. "You're so beautiful."

She laughed again.

"Fuck, Penny. It's like you're trying to tease me." I grabbed her hands again, holding them in place with just one of mine. "Now you're going to get it." With my free hand I began to tickle her again.

She squirmed under my grip, laughing and clenching around my cock.

Jesus fucking Christ.

I slammed into her harder. Faster. And she kept gripping me as the laughter spread through her body. Tighter and tighter. Milking my cock like the perfect little slut she was.

"Professor Hunter!" she moaned as her orgasm crashed down on her.

Fuck.I pumped into her a few more times, filling her with my cum. I collapsed on top of her and buried my face in her lovely tits. "Please tell me that you liked that as much as me. Your heart's beating so fast."

She laughed and ran her fingers through my hair. "That's because it's hard to breathe when you're tickling me."

"Hmm." I kissed her neck.

"It felt really good, though."

"Hmm." I kissed her neck again.

"You're funny when you're drunk,” she said.

"I'm not drunk," I mumbled into my neck. I laughed. "Maybe I'm a little drunk."

"You said I'm beautiful about a million times."

"That's because you are beautiful." I leaned down and kissed her clavicle so I wouldn’t be tempted to mark her neck. "You're beautiful and you won't marry me." I sighedand placed my head on her breasts again. "It's okay. I understand."

"You understand what? I told you the reason why I said no. I just didn't want to go to Vegas." She ran her fingers through my hair again.

That feels good."No. The real reasons." I yawned. "You don't need me."

"I always need you."

I sighed. "No. You don't need me. I can't even protect you. He touched you. I let that asshole touch you."And then I didn’t listen to you. I never listen. I’ll never be good enough for you.

"James." She put her hands on either side of my face, pulling me off her tits. "That wasn't your fault. You weren't even there. I do need you. You're all that I need."

I shook my head out of her hands and placed my head back down on her tits. "It's not just that. You don't love me."

"James, I do love you. I love you so much."

I yawned again. "No. No one loves me." I abandoned all my friends. I’m a selfish asshole. And I keep letting you down. I’m not worthy of you.

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