Page 43 of Four Simple Rules
That’s all I need to hear. We’ll live in this brief slip of time and hope that we’re still on the same page when the sun rises in the morning.
“Buckle up, Tulip. I’m about to peel you open.” I grin when she huffs at my stupid joke.
“I never took you for a cheese ball,” she quips, moving with me as I tug her dress over her hips, exposing her to me.
Fucking hell. I’m not prepared. Not at all. She’s more beautiful than I remember.
“Cheese ball? Oh, yes. Now, spread your legs.” I heave a breath, stepping back when she slowly peels her legs open, giving me a glimpse. “God damn,” I gasp, quickly undoing my suit and throwing it all on the ground.
Fuck these clothes. Fuck these boxers. And fuck anyone who happens to walk by.
“Oh,” she gasps as her eyes wander down my nude body, straight to my raging dick twitching in my hand. Talk about a confidence booster. “Frick,” she murmurs, gazing as I pump my hand from base to tip, slowly spreading my precum. “That’s not going to fit,” she squeaks, breathlessly taking me in.
“I’m going to make you say more than oh and frick,” I chuckle, stepping forward between her spread legs dangling off the side of my car.“And believe me, he’ll fit. He’s done it before. Besides, he was made for you.”
She swallows hard, looking around the darkness around us. I know exactly what’s going through her mind. Will someone see us? I hope not. I don’t want Blake visible to anyone taking a late-night stroll.
“It’s just you and me,” I murmur, taking her face in my hands. “Look at me, Blake.”
Her gaze snaps to mine without hesitation, locking on me as I maneuver her legs around my hips and tilt her backward so her pussy lifts at the perfect angle. The tip of my bare dick runs through her wetness, coating it with her excitement.
“Please,” she softly begs, wrapping her arms around my neck. Her claw-like fingernails dig into my scalp, giving me a delicious burn.
“Say it again…” I trail off with a groan, stopping myself from fully sinking into her warmth like I desperately want to.
The warm June air brushes against my flesh, leaving goosebumps in its wake. No shivers roar down my spine. There’s nothing cold about this night. It’s the excitement blasting through me and memories flickering to life inside my mind of the first time I entered my girl. My first time ever.
It’s bittersweet. My heart aches. But hopefully, tonight will replace all those shitty memories of my betrayal and remind her and myself about my undying devotion to her.
“Please, Jesse. I need you.”
“I know. I’m desperate for you too,” I murmur into her neck, peppering kisses along her flesh until my tongue licks along her jaw. “I don’t have a condom. Are you good with that? I haven’t been with anyone in years.”
God, I hope so. I pray I can push in bare. The last girlfriend I had lasted five months before we drifted apart. I wasn’t made for anyone.
But her.
“I’m good. Clean and on birth control. Please,” she breathes.
Without a second thought, I push inside as slowly as possible, soaking up every inch of her pulsating pussy.
“Ah!” she cries out, digging her nails into my shoulder.
No doubt, leaving marks behind. Just like I intend to do to her. Every inch of her skin will be tainted by me, showing who she belongs to.
“Fucking hell, beautiful girl,” I groan, pushing all the way in until I’m bottoming out with no more dick to push inside her. “You feel so good.”
That’s an understatement.
Holding still, I grip her chin, bringing her glossed-over gaze to mine.
“You feel that?” Her brows furrow, and she attempts to shake her head, but I hold her firmly. “I feel it. Everywhere, Tulip. From the tips of my toes.” Carefully, I pull out and slam back in with a moan. “From the top of my head. To the tip of my tingling cock. It’s our connection—something we’ve always shared. From the moment I met you in your front yard as kids. It’s always been us.”
Even if her brother would have killed me, hell, he’s probably looking down from heaven with a frown, cursing me out for being in love with his sister or sending the devil to maim my ass. This isn’t how he expected me to care for his sister.
“You really?” she gasps when I take her mouth, pounding my hips into hers.
Over and over, I slide into her pussy. My fingers twist around her clit in circles, praying she cums when I do. This won’t be long. I’ve been begging to do this for years.
