Page 44 of Remember When We
She cried out pressing into the bed and those sweet juices flowed into my mouth. I licked her clean, like a cat enjoying a meal, completely eating her out, and drinking until I was satisfied.
No, I wasn’t mommy’s friend either. I wanted to make her mine, just like she had been before. I didn’t expect her to just accept me, but fuck if this wasn’t a step in the right direction.
One very special night with the girl of my dreams.
And I was about to take more from her.
I sat up and positioned myself guiding my cock to her entrance. She then gasped as I slid into her with my blunt promise right inside her deliciously tight pussy.
Buried to the hilt I started moving inside her, loving the sight of her massive globes bouncing with each thrust.
When she stretched her legs even further to accommodate my width and I started riding her, fucking her hard just the way she liked it. I was relentless ramming into her over and over again.
Arching her hips, she met me thrust for thrust
Soon we got lost together in the rhythm and the erotic sounds of our bodies slapping together. It echoed throughout the room. I was glad I got this room now, because it was designed for exactly this where she could scream as loud as she wanted and only I would hear her.
Her orgasm took me. I felt the tension of her walls coil around my cock and then release. It made me go faster and faster. Moving harder, hammering into her, my shaft slicking in and out; then fuck, I couldn’t take anymore. Couldn’t control myself anymore even if I had wanted to I wouldn’t have been able to stop my release. The pleasure racked my body trapping me within the torment of ecstasy. I thundered into her, hot, virile, and raw, her body milking me clean as she screamed my name.
I continued pumping until I had to slow my pace and stilled. Breathing hard I lowered next to her. I pulled her into my arms where she pressed her dainty hands on my chest and nestled her head there.
Night time.
Night.
She had to go back to Matthew, but did that mean I had to say goodbye?
“I want to come with you.”
She lifted her head. “Do you?”
“Lyssa, I have a son.” I still couldn’t get over it. I released her and straightened up. There was a lot to think about, but facts were facts so I would run with the truth. “That kid is mine, that means you’re mine too. I don’t expect to just step back into your life, but you fell for me once. I’ll die trying to make sure you fall for me again if I have to.”
She looked at me like she couldn’t believe what I was saying. This was how it was going to be whether she fucking liked it or not.
I wasn’t into this taking time shit. People who said that were wasting time, just watching life pass them by and never took risks or seized opportunities.
There was a lot to me, but I just had to figure things out.
She was my family, so I had to fucking figure things out and fast.
“Do you mean it?” She asked in a small voice.
“You know I don’t fuck around with things like that. I mean it Baby Doll. Just please don’t shut me out. Please let me be a part of your lives.” The thing was, I’d keep pushing even if she said no. Getting her to concede was just easier this way.
I smiled and leaned down to kiss her when she nodded.
She cupped my face. “What does this mean? You’re in Chicago and we’re here.”
“No baby, you’re coming with me.”
She gazed at me with disbelief. “Oh God.”
“Lots for us to discuss though before that happens.”
“Discuss?”
“Tomorrow. I have to speak to both you and Paul.”
