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I pull out slowly before slamming back in. I take my time, letting her get adjusted, and when she starts begging for more, I push up to my knees and grip her hips, lifting them before shoving a pillow under them. Her head thrashes as the head of my cock finds that perfect spot.
“Yes,” she moans.
I hold her hips as I thrust into her, her tits bouncing with each thrust. Her hands grab them, and she pinches and rolls her nipples all while holding eye contact with me, and it’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
“Goddammit, Chloe. We are never going months without your perfect cunt wrapped around my cock.”
She shakes her head, biting her lip. “Never again.”
“Look at how well you take me. Such a good fucking girl.”
“Don’t stop,” she moans, her eyes closing as she bites her lip harder.
“Don’t stop what?”
Her eyes open, and I smirk at her.
“The words.”
I circle my hips, making her moan.
“That. Whatever it is your perfect fucking cock is doing, don’t stop.”
This woman is going to be the death of me, and I don’t fuckingcare. I do as she asks, keeping the same speed and movements. She clamps around me, and I’m close. I feel my orgasm building and the tingling at the base of my spine. My thumb finds her clit and rubs it in small circles, and that sends her over the edge. She comes, calling my name under her breath. Her words no longer have sound, and tears run down her face. I come with her, releasing myself into the condom and falling on top of her, breathless.
I roll over, pulling her into my chest, and use my thumb to wipe away her tears. She chuckles.
“I’ve never come so hard I’ve cried.”
I grin. “Glad to be the first.”
She burrows into my chest, and I hold her, a hand running through her hair as a content sigh leaves her.
“What do you say to a shower?” I ask, and she nods against my chest. I chuckle and slide out from under her and then lift her out of bed and carry her into the bathroom where I start a shower for us.
TWENTY-NINE
CHLOE
Not only did Everett Lawson fuck me thoroughly, but he also washed my hair and every inch of me in the shower before running a brush a through my hair, and now he’s holding me as we curl up in his bed, my finger lightly dusting over his chest as I listen to his heart beat.
“Do you think you’d have made a move if I hadn’t told you to stop being so possessive?” I ask.
His hand pauses from running through my hair for a second before he says, “I would have done something soon, probably. You were breaking me down without even knowing it. Last weekend when you sent me that picture, I almost got in the car and drove all the way out there to throw you over my shoulder and bring you back here. Then you got more flirty, and I was loving seeing that side of you again. You seemed to hide it after I came back to Willow Valley. It was nice to see it come back out.”
I nod. “I thought about that night a lot after you left my place. Seeing you back in town was a shock. I think that seeing you after what we had done left me asking more questions and protecting myself.”
“I get that. If anyone understands trying to protect yourself, it’s me.”
I can’t help my smile. I put my chin on his chestand look up at him. “You said you have a list of things I like on your phone, can I see it?”
He runs his free hand over his face. “I did say that, didn’t I?”
I grin wider and hold out my hand. He grabs his phone and pulls up the app before handing it to me. I sit up, holding the blankets to my chest.
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