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Even with the lust and rage coursing through me, I hear her moan, her fingers mashing over her cunt faster. There’s no need for me to pull out and give her a breather, because I’m ready to come now, and I can see she is too.
“Mash that clit!” I demand. “Squirt for me!”
She moves her fingers faster, even as her body locks up in another gag, and the second I see the first drop shoot from her cunt, I lean down, shoving her fingers away to latch my lips over her clit.
I suck hard, the swollen nub clearly sensitive given the way she jerks, and she drenches me. I slam my cock brutally down her throat in the best fucking sixty-niner I’ve ever had, and my cum bursts from my tip in a violent explosion.
It feels like I nut for fucking minutes with the way the intoxicating pleasure seems to go on and on, but I know it’s only seconds. The best fucking seconds I’ve had in a long time.
When the ripples of pleasure subside, I release her clit, shifting up and easing my cock from her throat, and she quickly spins over, giving in to her body’s reflexes, and coughing up my cum.
“Fuck,” I pant, standing over her as she heaves to catch her breath, cum and drool hanging from her pried open lips. “I should make you drink that.”
I’m joking of course, but the fact she shrugs at me, likeshe would if I asked her to, has every violent ripple falling away like I’ve just shed my skin.
She really would give me anything.
I just hope the sadist in me is enough for the masochist in her.
CHAPTER 27
BELL
Takingsome time to clean up, I stay in the bathroom for longer than I should, needing a moment to wrap my head around everything that’s happened lately, and what just transpired in that bedroom.
I don’t feel weird about it, but it felt like the end of something between Kit and Wes, and the start of something between me and Kit.
I don’t want to come between them, but the jealousy I felt earlier was real.
I’m not sharing him. And he declared that my body is his, so hopefully we are on the same page about that.
Shit. Have I finally found a guy that wants to keep me?
A few days ago, I came here to spend Christmas with my best friend and her niece, with the dread of having to endure her brother. The brother who hated me.
Now, everything has changed. He matched me in the bedroom. I risked everything for his kid. We killed for each other. And he wants me to stay.
It seems absurd to move here just like that, but here’s the thing I’ve come to realise.
Kit and I have always been more. We just couldn’t get past our own insecurities to see it.
Tillie obviously saw it. Libi is fine with it. So now I have to accept it. I have to let myself feel that thing I never thought I could have.
Happiness.
I’m wary, though. Not because of Kit. Even though this is new between us, it feels very real. Very right. But there’s this pit of dread in my gut that I can’t seem to shake. I know exactly what it is, and it’s something I typically work on by myself, but for the first time ever, I don’t want to do this alone.
I don’thaveto do it alone.
Clearing the lump in my throat, I tighten the satin robe around me and step out into the bedroom. Kit is on the bed wearing only his boxers, a tray of cheese, crackers and fruit beside him as he pops a grape into his mouth.
“Everything okay?” he asks, and I nod, but then shake my head.
Immediately his frown appears, and he sits up.
“You’re not leaving, Bell. It’s an argument you won’t win.”
My lips spread into a smile, something I know I’ve been doing so much more of since coming here only days ago. I could tease Kit a little and make him think this new arrangement is what’s concerning me, but for once, I just want to be real with him.
