Page 153 of P.S. I'm Still Yours

He’s too big for my mouth. There’s no point in denying it. And while I intend to do everything I can to make him feel good, I refuse to make myself feel bad in the process.

I begin pumping him with both hands while my mouth attaches to the tip of his cock. I’m putting my all into it, sucking him off with so much pressure his head falls back.

“Oh, fuck.” His groan is the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.

I twirl my tongue around him repeatedly, pumping my hands faster and guiding him deeper every once in a while. I can’t keep him there the whole time without choking, but judging by the pleasure contorting his face, it doesn’t matter. I repeat the process a handful of times before he starts shaking.

“Stop.” He taps the back of my hand, and I comply, removing my fingers from his cock and gripping his legs for balance.

That’s his cue to grab hold of my face and start full-blown fucking my mouth.

“Hadley Queen, you’re a fucking goddess.” He squeezes his eyes shut, ramming himself down my throat again and again.

I don’t say a word, letting him use me to get off.

And the crazy part? I love it.

That’s right. I must be out of my mind because I love what he’s doing to me, and when he unloads inside my mouth with a curse, I feel… sad.

Disappointed that it’s over.

I swallow every drop of his cum, wiping the corner of my mouth with my index.

He takes my wrist into his hand and helps me to my feet just seconds after he comes down from the high. I can feel his stare boring holes through my forehead, but I’m not brave enough to look at him.

I feel ashamed.

Like I should be embarrassed that I let this happen when I swore I would never forgive him. I broke every single one of the promises I made myself. All for the boy who broke me.

It’s easy to forget who he is when we’re alone, trading confessions in the sunroom, but he’s still one of the most famous artists on the planet and the one person I can’t trust.

I don’t want to fall for him, knowing he could walk out of my life all over again.

“Hads,” he breathes as though he can sense me pulling away from him.

I show him my back. “I really need to get ready if I don’t want to be late for work.”

He doesn’t speak for a moment.

But then a strong hand wraps around my arm, and he spins me around so quickly I nearly lose my balance.

Kane’s hand flies to my lower back before I slip, and he tugs me against his chest. “What just happened?”

I look up at him, the ache in my ribs spreading to my entire body. Understanding flashes in his eyes. I don’t need to answer his question. He knows the spell is broken, and unlike the time he kissed me in the gazebo, I’m the one who wants to run.

When I don’t respond, he tilts my chin forward and kisses the fuck out of me.

I let him kiss me.

In spite of all the reasons why I shouldn’t. Like the fact that summer will be over in a few weeks, and he’ll go right back to LA while I go back to Boone.

He’ll go back to being on top of the world, and I’ll go back to being the invisible girl who put him there.

It takes all I have to disconnect from him and step out of the shower.

“Hads, just… wait.” His plea hurts a little. “Did I… Did I do something wrong?”

I make quick work of drying my body with a towel and getting dressed, well aware that he’s watching my every move, still inside the shower.

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