Page 42 of The Eraser

I press my lips against hers, sliding my tongue into her mouth and kissing her. She winds her arms around my neck and holds on to me as I deepen the kiss. My cock aches, ready to burst, dying to move and feel the tightness of her pussy. My hands slide down her body. I fucking love touching her.

“You good?” I ask her, needing her to give me the signal to move.

“So good,” she replies, her head falling back against the pillow and her eyes closing.

I chuckle. “Baby, you ain’t seen anything yet.” Then I begin to move, pulling out and slowly thrusting back inside of her tight, warm heat, letting her get adjusted to me.

“Stephen,” she cries as my cock stretches her with every thrust. “Please,” she begs.

I quicken my pace, thrusting deep into her, unable to control myself any longer. It’s too much. I’m like a man possessed as I fuck her. My strokes hard, fast, and deep. I've been waiting for this. It's been a fucking long time coming. She feels better than anything I could have ever imagined.

“You’re so big,” she cries, her hands tightening around my neck. “So deep,” she moans.

“Fuck,” I grunt. She’s gotta stop saying shit like that. I’m so fucking close to coming. I need her to come again. I need one more from her before I fucking explode.

I twist my hips, pounding into her like a fucking crazy man, my teeth gritted as I bring her nipple back into my mouth, sucking and biting on it. Once again, her body tenses, her breaths coming out in pants. She's close. Good, because there's no fucking way I can hold off much longer.

"Come for me again, Little Dancer. Come on my cock."

She cries as she once again detonates, her pussy strangling my cock, forcing the cum from my balls. Fuck, I can't hold back, not with the way her pussy has my cock in a death grip. I thrust into her and still, my cock unloading stream after stream of cum into her pussy. Christ, I'm fucking spent, utterly fucking spent.

I have a feeling that sex between us is going to be fucking amazing each and every time.

Pulling out of her, I watch as she winces. “You okay?” I ask as I collapse onto the bed. I drag her on top of me. She doesn't resist and lies her head on her hands on my chest. "Are you sore?"

"I'm good," she says, her eyes filled with happiness. "So good. It was amazing."

I press a kiss against her lips. “It fucking was amazing. Once you're recovered, we'll be doing that over and over again."

I’m rewarded with a blinding smile. "Sounds fun," she giggles.

I press my hand against her back and hold her close. "You're mine, Jess. I'm not letting you go."

"I don't want to go anywhere. I'm happy here with you," she tells me.

Fucking finally. I have everything I want right here in my arms. Now I need to ensure that I don’t lose her.

ChapterEighteen

JESSICA

I'm on cloud nine,giddy with happiness. I'm falling so hard for Stephen that I can't even think straight. Over the past two weeks, he's shown me a different side to him. He's sweet and protective, and he shows me every day just how beautiful he thinks I am. Having him show me what he sees has boosted my confidence.

When he entered the bedroom the first day I was here, I was shocked, rooted to the spot, unable to breathe as he watched me. Only Mallory had seen my scars, and I'd never wanted anyone else to see them. I couldn't bear to stand the looks of disgust or pity. But Stephen didn't do that. In fact, he was angry, then the anger swiftly turned to lust. In that moment, he obliterated everything I had perceived would happen upon finding out about my scars.

He's worshiped my body, taught me that it's okay to be imperfect, that perfection comes in different shapes and sizes. I'm not afraid to be seen for who I am.

It's crazy to think just how much my life has changed these past two weeks. It's all down to him. If he hadn't been watching me these past four years, making me feel safe, I don't think it could have happened.

I'm bloody crazy, that's for sure, but I'm happy, and that's down to him.

"You okay, baby?" he asks as he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me closer to him.

I sink into his embrace, leaning back into his body. "I am," I promise him. "I'm just a little nervous."

The last conversation I had with Jer was a weird one. I finally found out the truth, and while it was a hard pill to swallow to find out that my dad was a lying sack of shit and everything I had been led to believe was a big fat lie, it also made me realize just how my anger had put a wedge between me and my uncle, and I need to apologize for that. He didn't deserve my anger, nor did he deserve for me to continuously push him aside.

"They'll be here soon," Stephen tells me. "Tomorrow, I'll be speaking with Callie."

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