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Slowly, he lowers me. Inch after inch of his long, thick cock stretches me open, and I gasp at the pleasure when he’s fully seated in me.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I pant. I rock my hips, needing more friction. I feel my core clench.
I feel him tense beneath me and hear him hiss through his teeth. His reflection shows how his jaw tightens at the sensation. Clearly, this is doing things for both of us.
“You want me to fill you with my cum? Because if you keep that up that’s what’s going to happen.”
I hum my approval, rocking my hips and clenching my pussy again. He drops one hand between my thighs, dragging his knuckles against the sensitive skin until his fingertips reach the apex of my thighs. He starts to rock his hips forward, slow and rhythmically while he fingers my clit.
I lean back into his chest, swiveling my hips in rhythm with him. He cups my breast with his other hand and rolls my nipple between his fingertips, tugging on the little barbells justthe right amount to peak my need. I whimper at his touch, throwing my head back when he presses a kiss to my neck.
“See how good we look together,” he rasps, his voice low and gravelly. I lower my head back to the sight waiting for me in the mirror.
It’s raw. We’re sweaty. We’re a mess. We’re broken in our own ways, but we’re one and the same.
He plunges into me over and over and I can see how my arousal is soaking his cock. I watch the chorded muscles of his arm work in beautiful harmony while he strums my clit. I watch the way his fingers play with my breast. Most of all though, I see the look in his eyes gazing back at me.
He’s giving me everything I want, placating all of my senses, my never-ending need for stimulation. And most of all, he knows it.
I rock my hips faster, craving that sweet release we both want. He matches my pace, thrusting harder, and increasing the pressure on my clit with his fingers. He kisses my neck again, pushing me closer to the edge.
“Yes! Yes! Please!” I cry out.
He groans against my neck and holds my gaze in the mirror. “That’s my girl. So fucking beautiful taking every inch of me.”
His warm breath against my neck and his words undo me. I arch my back into him when I come, moaning and digging my nails into his thighs, pressing my core down onto him, bottoming him out in me.
My pussy clenches on his shaft and my thighs tighten around his hand, holding it there while he rings every last ounce of pleasure from my worshipped and well-fucked body.
“Fuck. That’s it,” he grits out before biting my neck, his grip on my nipple tightening. I feel his cock pulse and twitch as he spills into me, finding his release deep inside me.
We both stay there, molded to each other, riding out ourorgasms. Our chests heave with heavy breaths as we slowly come down from our highs. I whimper as he places a trail of kisses down my neck and along my shoulder.
I relax, opening my thighs and releasing his hand. He brings it across my front, holding me to him.
I can’t look away from our reflection. I see the devotion in his expression. The way he holds my spent body, while he’s still stretching me, a bead of his cum dripping down my thigh, I didn’t know it was possible to be this desired, to be loved this viscerally.
I want to tell him. I know I feel it, but the words are stuck in my throat. “Why me?” I say instead, leaving those other three little words unspoken. My voice is so quiet I almost think I imagined saying anything.
He stops his trail of kisses and wraps his other arm around my front, holding me tightly to him. My fingers trace along his bicep and over his tattoo, when he brings his lips to my ear and whispers. “Because you have the heart of someone who’s lived a thousand lives. I wish I knew you in each and every one of them because this one sure as hell isn’t enough.”
CHAPTER 35
TJ
SHARING MY SNACKS
“You’re tellingme she ran through the campground topless over a bag of skittles?” I quirk a brow at Grace sitting next to me at the kitchen island for breakfast.
She takes another sip of her tea and nods. “She doesn’t mess around when it comes to someone messing with her snacks. My family always thinks I’m the wild one, but Josie puts me to shame. You’ll get to see that next weekend when we go to Tahoe.”
“I don’t know if I want to find out,” I say, shaking my head before eating another spoonful of my yogurt and berries.
I’ve always been a morning person and enjoyed my peace and quiet to start the day. These mornings I’ve spent with her the last few weeks have me glad that she’s an early riser too. Getting up before the sunrise, seeing the fresh snow lit by the moon, and enjoying breakfast with her is how I’d start every day if I could. We’ve talked about everything from music to the favorite places we’ve traveled and things in life we still want to do. Each morning has felt like a date almost and I’ve loved it. She hasn’t traveled nearly as much as she’s wanted to though and as much as she might object to frivolous use of my jet, I’m going to change that as soon as our schedules allow.
I look at her and she shrugs innocently. “Too bad. You’re coming with us next week, whether you like it or not. No changing your mind now.” She grabs my thighs, running her hands up my gym shorts, sending blood rushing to my cock. Everything she does seems to make my body respond. “Josie’s been blowing my phone up all week asking about Hot Daddy Boss. We can’t let her down now.”
“She knows I’myourboyfriend, right? Not hers?”
