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He pulls out and pushes me down to the bed again,grabbing at my thighs to hoist me up. “This pose, Peach. Your ass was made for me.”
He’s breathing heavily as he bites my skin, but I move further up the bed then turn over, sitting up to face him. This time, I beckon him forward with one finger.
He stands in front of me, slowly stroking his cock. “Something you need?”
I nod, waiting for him to come close before yanking him onto the mattress, and pushing him onto his back. He stares up at me with lust-filled eyes. “Peach, I'm impressed.”
I straddle him, sliding down on his cock and setting a frantic pace, wanting him deep and fast. But when he slaps my breast, I lose my rhythm, feeling a gush of wetness.
His eyes hold mine and the slightest smirk sneaks out. “You like that?”
“Do it again,” I breathe out, voice trembling with need.
He doesn’t hesitate. His fingers pinch my nipples, sending another jolt of pleasure through me as I grind down harder, riding him like I’m chasing something I didn’t know I craved.
I’ve never had sex like this before. And I should have known the only one I could go to this height with was Bennett. There’s nothing he’d do that I couldn’t handle, and somehow, he knows exactly where my limits are without me saying a word. He knows what I need and when.
His hands grip my hips, his thumbs digging into my flesh with just enough force to hold me in place. Then he thrusts up from underneath me, hard and deep, and my body arches involuntarily. I cry out; the feeling so intense I think I could black out.
“How do you want to come, Peach?” he growls, his voice thick and breathless. “You want me on top?”
My eyes flutter, a soft moan slipping from my lips, as I try to form coherent words. No one has ever spoken to me like this, and I’m shocked by how much I love it.
“I could come just from listening to you.”
“Then let me talk you through it.”
“But I want you on top.”
He smirks and flips me over, climbing on top of me. “I love to hear you beg for me.” He slides his finger into my pussy, pushing in roughly.
“I wasn’t begging. You asked a question.”
Pulling his fingers from inside me, he slaps my pussy, his word gruff. “You’ll beg me.”
He pushes me down, spreads my legs, taps my clit with his cock. He continues to play instead of getting down to business, and I look up in question, earning a wink right before he enters me.
“Bennett,” I cry out as he slides inside. He falls forward, covering me with his body as I wrap my arms around his back. He hammers into me, and I hold on tight, needing to be as close as possible. He pushes up, his strong arms holding his body over me as his hips piston in and out.
When I reach for him, he grabs my wrists, pinning me to the bed, slamming into me over and over. I let him, relishing the weight of all we are together.
And when we come, we come together. The rough ride soothed by gentle touches, slow strokes, and sweet kisses. If I ever questioned it before, this is the confirmation I needed.
This man is meant to be by my side.
If he leaves, I don’t know how I’ll survive it a second time.
CHAPTER 20 - BLOSSOM
“Mom?” I call out as I enter her house.
The house we all grew up in, the one that holds all the memories, good and bad. I still feel my dad when I come here, and seeing all the pictures on the walls gives me peace even though the idea of never seeing him again can crush me on certain days. I still see him sitting on the back porch of our home with his flannel shirt and a mug of coffee, the aroma so strong, you could smell it a mile away. He’d smile at me like I was the best thing in the world. His baby girl that completed our family.
“Out here, honey!” I walk through the kitchen and out on the deck where I find Meadow, January, her best friend, Courtney, and my niece, Lily. Lily comes running to me like she always does, and I scoop her up into a hug.
“Hey, Pretty Lily!” I call out, using the sweet nickname Drake came up with for her. It stuck instantly, like it had always belonged to her. And maybe it had. Drake lost his sister, also named Lily, at a young age, so the two of them seemed destined for each other. Drake’s been incredible with her. Gentle, patient, and protective in all the ways she’sneeded him to be. He stepped into the role of a father figure without hesitation and somehow made it look easy.
I walk over to my mom and sisters, falling into one of the lounge chairs with Lily, who wiggles out of my grip and scoots to the end of the seat, swinging her feet off the edge.
