Page 79 of The Trouble with Runaway Brides

I slide inside her inch by inch. “God, you’re so wet.”

“Thanks to you.” She kisses my Adam’s apple, tracing her lips up my jaw.

“I love you, Kenzie.”

She meets my gaze. “I love you too, Lance.”

Once I’m fully seated inside her, I pause, checking to make sure she’s okay.

“You feel amazing.”

I circle my hips, dragging my cock out and pushing back inside her. I want her to remember this time together. Us rekindling our love, our relationship.

She urges me to come down on top of her. “I want to feel the weight of you on me.”

I lower myself, still grinding, lifting her leg off the couch up so I get deeper inside her.

“Oh, right there,” she says.

I kiss her chin, her earlobe, repeating how much I love her. Sweat coats our bodies after a while as I move faster. She meets me thrust for thrust, and before long, we’re slamming into one another. The sound of bodies joining echoes through the room.

“Harder, harder, Lance.”

I sit back on my ankles, bringing her legs up, using her hips as handles. I pull her up and down on my dick, slamming into her. Her body writhes, her hands reaching for me but then clenching on the couch cushions. I watch her come undone, my own orgasm urgently rising to a point I won’t be able to hold back. She arches her back, and I can’t get enough of this view.

I place one of her hands on her pussy and she circles her clit. Her lust-drunk eyes meet mine as she reaches her breaking point, her body convulsing as she comes.

“I’m really regretting the last eight years,” she says, looking up at me with a sad smile.

I bend down and kiss her. “No regrets. We can only look ahead.”

I move inside her again, my orgasm barely hanging by a thread.

“Sit back, let me ride you.”

“What the lady wants, the lady gets.”

I slide my dick out of her wetness and sit down on the couch. She slides down on my cock and rises up and down on me. Her tits are in my face, and I take one in my mouth, sucking on her nipple as she teases me, sliding the crown of my cock along her slickness before sliding it back inside her.

I grab her hips and thrust my hips up. She bounces up and down, increasing her speed, and my head falls back, eyes closing.

“Open them. Look at me,” she says.

And that’s what does it. Her naked body on top of me. Her warmth surrounding my dick, clenching it until my release crashes down and I push inside her, clenching my ass and emptying inside her. If I’m honest with myself, I wouldn’t care if she got pregnant, but we haven’t even had a conversation about how she ended up here, so it’s probably not the best idea.

She falls forward, keeping me inside her, her sweaty hairline right at my lips. I place a kiss on her forehead, and she sighs. We lie there until I soften inside her, even as my cum leaks out of her. I think we’re both afraid that if we move, we’ll wake up and realize this was all a dream.

Twenty-Six

Kenzie

We’re lying in what is technically a bed, but if I move too far to the right, a spring jabs my rib cage. The fact that it even has springs so close to the surface tells me how old this bed is.

Lance grabs his phone from the nightstand and I reach for it.

“Not yet,” I say.

He laughs and holds it out of my reach, one of many obstacles when the love of your life is so much taller than you. “Babe, I gotta check on work.”

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