Page 134 of Of Pucking Course

“I didn’t steal anything. You had your chance with her, and you blew it. Accept it and move on.”

“Fuck you, you worthless jock.”

I ignore his insult and keep talking. “If you need another sign that things are over between you two, then keep listening. Or hang up. I really don’t care.”

I toss the phone to the side and thrust up harder into Dakota. She cries out. When she looks at me, she starts to smile.

“That was so hot, Sam. Watching you be so territorial over me. Like I’m yours,” she rasps.

Gripping her hips, I drive my cock up into her faster and faster. “You’re mine,” I grit out.

“Yours, Sam. All yours,” she sobs as I gently rub her clit.

Emotion fires through me. We’re in the middle of a filthy fucking session, but my heart is swelling in my chest at hearing her say that she’s mine.

Mine.

This incredible, amazing woman. She’s with me.

Those feelings amp up the pleasure coursing through me. My entire body is buzzing, aching, begging for release.

Not until she comes first though. She’ll always come first with me.

I drive faster into her, massaging her clit until she’s shaking. That familiar panicked look flashes in her eyes before they roll to the back of her head.

“Sam, oh god, yes!” she cries out right as she breaks.

A second later, I do too. Hot release shoots out from my cock as I thrust up into her. Every muscle in my body tenses with pleasure. Every inch of my skin is on fire.

My brain shatters. All I can think, all I can feel is Dakota.

She’s everything. The only thing that matters.

When she collapses on top of me, I hug my arms around her and kiss the top of her head.

We stay like that for what feels like minutes as our breathing evens out.

When she sits up, I hit the release on her cuffs and toss them to the side.

She beams at me. “That was incredible.” She cups my cheek in her soft hand.

She leans down and kisses me before cuddling into me.My heart slingshots around my chest as the feelings inside of me intensify, burrowing deeper by the second.

I love her.

I feel like my heart is about to explode in the best way.

I tell myself that this is crazy, that it’s too soon. She’s only been my girlfriend for a few weeks. We’ve only been hooking up for a month.

But I know deep down that none of that matters. We’ve been friends for years. From the second I met her, I had feelings for her and cared about her.

I don’t need months with her to know that I’m in love with her.

But I can’t tell her right now. She’s fresh out of a relationship—a marriage. Yeah, it wasn’t a legal marriage, but it was still a serious relationship.

She wants to take her time, to go slow, to move at a pace where she’s comfortable.

If I confess my love for her now, it will freak her out.

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