Page 44 of Four Simple Rules
My balls tighten. Heat explodes down my spine, and I explode inside her, filling her with my cum. Groaning loudly, I almost miss the tightening of her cunt as my fingers continue their assault on her clit.
“Fuck!” she shrieks, clinging to me as she rides out her orgasm, squeezing my cock like a vise.
“Fuck,” I breathe alongside her, burying my face in her neck, gulping for air. “You good?”
“More than good,” she murmurs in a dreamy voice. “So much better than…” she trails off with a hiccup.
“Shit, Tulip.” Pulling back, I grab her face. A soft smile lights up her face. “Er, you okay?”
“You already asked that,” she quips, snorting. “I just realized… I was missing something. And it was…you,” she confesses, nibbling her bottom lip. “I…this is probably the wrong place to talk about this.” She gestures to my flaccid dick that’s still inside of her.
He’d stay there all night if he could. But judging by the storm behind her eyes, I opt for something else.
“Whatever it is, Tulip. I’m here.” My heart sinks. I only hope she’s not regretting our time together already. Would I deserve the karma? Absolutely. “Let’s go get cleaned up. I can wash your back,” I chuckle when I pick her up from the car, leaving everything I threw on the lawn, only stopping to grab my key.
“You’ve really changed,” she says when I push open the front door and slam it behind me.
“A good thing, I hope?” I quip, walking us down the hall and into the bathroom. Flipping on the light, I set Blake’s bare ass on the large counter. Looking into her bright eyes, my heart hiccups, skipping every beat when she smiles so serenely at me.
“A good thing,” she says, running her fingers down my chest and abdomen until she hits the inevitable.
In the darkness, they weren’t visible. But here, under the bright lights of the bathroom, my old wounds are visible. I grab her hand, resting it over the raised scar puckering my skin.
“It doesn’t hurt anymore. It reminds me of who I was and who I became.” I shake my head at the memories.
“I’m sorry it happened,” she says softly, gently kissing my lips.
“Me too, Tulip. But it is what it is. I feel oddly grateful for it. It’s a strange feeling. Hard to explain… I was on the wrong track when we were teenagers. I’ve learned a lot and…”
Her lips meet mine in a slow, meticulous kiss, stealing my words. My breath. Blake takes everything from me. And I’d gladly give it to her.
Over and over.
“I think you’re brave, Jesse. You went through something traumatic. Even before he did this.” Her fingers brush over the scar again, lightly running circles over my flesh. “And then he did this…” She shakes her head in disgust.
Emotions well in my throat again, staring down at her mess of blonde hair. Her dress still rests above her hips, exposing herself to me.
“We’re a little uneven,” I quip, gesturing toward her lacy dress. “Mind if I?”
She grins, tipping her head forward and exposing her zipper. Slowly, I undo it all the way down her back, exposing her toned muscles.
Fuck. If I’m not careful, my dick might fall into her pussy again.
“How about a shower, Miss Dirty Mouth?” I grin when she whacks me in the chest and jumps down, letting her dress fall, pooling on the ground.
Yup. Totally fucking her against the shower wall.
“I don’t have a dirty mouth,” she grumbles, turning on the water. “You do.”
“I like your dirty mouth. Say fuck for me two more times, and then we can go to bed.” I grin when she rolls her eyes and steps into the tile shower, groaning under the warmth of the shower as steam billows out and begins fogging up the mirrors.
“Make me.”
And yes, I did make her—five more times to be exact.
* * *
“You never told me the fourth rule,” Blake murmurs in her sleepy state, snuggling against my bare chest as we lay under the covers of her childhood bed. Her fingers lazily run over my abdomen, making my dick jump to attention.
