Page 178 of P.S. I'm Still Yours

I have no idea how I manage not to spill inside her mouth, but by some miracle, I pull it off, devouring her until she starts rocking against my mouth. The back-and-forth of her hips is my first cue.

“Shit, shit… I… This feels incredible,” she whimpers, releasing my cock and sitting up.

Another moan.

Another flick of my tongue.

“I’m right there.” She sinks her nails into my chest.

And then she’s coming on my face.

Squirting is more like it.

“Oh my God!” She bites back a gasp, a mixture of shock and pleasure lacing her voice.

I’ve made a few girls squirt before, but this will be the first time I’ve gotten Hadley there. When I tell you I feel on top of the world right now.

She, on the other hand, seems horrified because she climbs off me not even two seconds after the orgasm drains from her body.

“I’m so sorry. I can’t believe I did that. This has never happened before. I’m so—”

My hand darts to her throat, and I squeeze just enough to shut her up. “This is by far the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life. Don’t apologize.”

I crush my lips to hers, hoping to show her just how much I don’t care that she turned into a human fountain for a second there. I kiss her until she’s breathless and pushing on my chest to draw air into her lungs.

My first thought is that she’s going to need a second to recover, but she seems to have other plans because the next thing I know, she’s straddling me and taking my cock into her mouth again.

I was already right on the brink, so I know it won’t be long until I blow down her throat. As I expected, all she has to do is twirl her tongue around the tip of my cock a few times, and I’m coming deep inside her mouth.

“Jesus fucking…” I can’t even finish a sentence, pumping into her mouth one more time.

As soon as we’re both able to function again, Hadley gets dressed, and I throw my clothes back on.

I pull her into my arms, planting a kiss on her forehead. That’s when the same troubled expression as before creeps into her gaze and I know I only managed to take her mind off her worries temporarily.

“What? What’s wrong?” I pull back.

“We’re leaving soon.”

The reminder feels like a hot poker entering my chest.

“I know,” I whisper.

I’ve been killing myself to not think about it all week. I don’t want to go back to LA, I don’t want to get back to reality, and I sure as hell don’t want to be apart from the only good thing in my life.

How am I supposed to function without her?

How am I supposed to go from having her in my fucking house to being miles and miles away from her? I have no idea how to handle Hadley not sleeping down the hall, and I’ve done a good job at running away from my problems up until now.

“What about after?” She brushes the back of her hand against my cheek. “What’s going to happen to us?”

The answer seems evident. “We’re going to be long-distance for a while. Then, once you’re done with school, I’ll move back home, or you’ll move to LA. I don’t fucking know, but we’ll make it work.”

“What about the world? Your fans? Are we going to tell them we’re dating?”

That’s the tricky part.

I don’t want to add fuel to the fire by telling people something this important while I’m public enemy number one. We’ll just have to wait until the dust has settled.

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