Page 79 of I Promise You
I don’t ever want to stop railing her.
“Say it.”
“There will never ever be anyone else but you, Danny.” She moans, her breasts writhing as I fuck her and I can feel herhardened nipples graze my chest when I lean in to kiss her, biting her lip, stretching it with my teeth, pulling it back, like I always do.
And then I hit a certain spot inside of her, letting her bottom lip go, when I force myself deeper than I thought possible, only leaving my balls outside of her cunt.
She stifles her moans against my neck, forcing herself to keep quiet. She clenches down on me, and I fucking lose it. I lose all control and I’m filling her up, resting my forehead against hers, clenching my jaw so hard I can hear myself grinding my teeth with pure heavenly satisfaction.
We both come together in our deep ocean of endearment.
I make sure I empty every single drop of myself inside her, my thrusting slows down, keeping my promise of her leaving this room, full of my markings,full of my come.
She’s exhausted, her arm muscles trembling, twitching around my dog tags. I continue to fill her up, and then I finally pull out when it's the last thing I want to do, but I have to get back to work.
Finally, she lets my dog tags go. Her hand trails down my uniform top before she rests her face on my chest as I continue to hold her up against the wall.
I let her catch her breath, not daring to set her down just yet. Savoring a few more seconds having her on my chest.
Then I bite her lip, ripping it with my teeth just enough for her to wear red. She sucks in a breath from the pain. Salacity overwhelms me, and I’m hard again. I suck on her lip. She looks at me when I’m done and she looks almost dazed from the explosive sex.
“You bleed so fucking sweet.”
“You’re insane,” she rasps.
“For you,” I mumble as I brush my hand through her hair.
“I don’t want you to leave. Is that selfish of me?” she asks through fast breathing.
“It isn’t.”
I’m not tired one bit. I could fuck her for hours if I got the chance, and I will as soon as work slows down and I get to be home again for more than a few fucking hours.
I set her down, and she retrieves her clothes as I fix my own.
She’s a fucking goddess. An angel walking this earth and I’ll never get enough of her. I continue to watch her like a diamond that glistens just by existing.
I’m never letting her go.
“I swear if I get fired...” she says, pulling her scrub top over.
“You won’t.” I tuck in my dog tags back inside my shirt.
Every patient needs a nurse like her. Every doctor, every hospital needs a nurse like her. A kind soul like my Ari.
We clean ourselves up, and she frantically tries to un-wrinkle her clothes.
She’s so cute. Adorable, even. She worries too much.
She reaches for her underwear, but I snatch it from her hands and put it into my pocket.
“They’re torn, anyway.”
She blushes red while fixing her hair again in a tight ponytail while I buckle my belt on. And then I experience a pure warm, genuine destruction of a feeling entering my chest and it causes a reaction out of me.
I smile the biggest I ever have in my life and I have to look away from her when I realize what’s happening to me. I look away, ungluing my eyes from her beautiful black hair, when she tucks the last pieces of hair into her hair tie. I pull away because I’m tempted.
I’m tempted to say things…say words I’ve never said before to anybody.
