Page 77 of Tattered Souls
Talia whispered, “She feels like she’s smothering you.”
At those words, I realized one thing.
Tatum didn’t know how I felt about her.
But she was fucking about to.
I got back to work. And stewed.
Stewed in a way that clients didn’t want to deal with me.
We had eaten dinner; it was good like always.
She kept asking what was bothering me, and I kept refusing to tell her.
Was it messed up what I planned to do?
Yes.
But like I said... I fight dirty.
I pulled out of her and then slowly pushed in again, stopping halfway, and heard her tiny growl, “Garrick.”
I winked down at her, “Give me the answer I want.”
She shook her head.
I lifted a shoulder. “I can do this all night long, Tink. Be glad too. I like the thought of staying in your tight, perfect pussy for hours and hours.”
She growled again, and then feebly attempted to wrap her heels around the backs of my legs to pull me forward.
I grinned then when I didn’t move.
She cursed, “Big bastard.”
“Give me the answer, Tink. You're not going to take away me falling asleep next to sheer fucking beauty every night and then waking up and being able to thank my lucky fucking stars that I got you next to me when I do.”
I watched as her face softened.
And then I bent my neck and kissed away the tear that fell. “You mean it?”
I nodded. “Never say things I don’t mean, Tink. You know this.”
I did it again, pulling out and gliding back in, but stopping, yes, it was hell on me, and I truly didn’t know how much longer I could hold my dick back.
But finally, finally, she whispered, “Okay.”
I lifted a brow, mockingly, “Okay?”
“If you're sure, then yes.” She said as a slow smile formed on her face.
I grinned, then pulled back out and then slammed deep down inside of her, as she moaned, “So good, Garrick.”
“Plan on you being here for the rest of your life,” I said as I did it again, and again, and again.
My balls were slapping her ass when she moaned, “Need something.”
I knew what she needed.
