Page 91 of Love Lies Bleeding

“Oh, God. Oh fucccckkk. I’m gonna come.”

“Come all over my face, Blossom. Give me all of you.”

My words send her over the edge and I feel her body grow taut as a bow before she’s riding my face, hopeless, incoherent words falling from her lips as she drenches my chin with her come and I drink down every drop. My wild, fucking perfect Blossom.

Her legs go slack and fall to the bed as I pull away, the taste and scent of her all over my skin. I stand and fist my cock as she looks up at me through hooded eyes. Her gaze makes me feel marked, claimed, and I’ve never seen her more beautiful.

“Come here.”

I should deny her. I wish I could, but I want this as much as she does, if not more. It’s not about who’s in charge in this moment, it’s about me not being able to go another second without being inside her. Putting my knee on the bed, I stretch out over her body, careful not to crush her into the bed. My body nestles between her soft thighs, her wet pussy cushioning my hard cock.

“I can’t believe I survived so long without you. Don’t ever make me have to endure it again, Blossom.”

Lifting up on my elbows, my arms cradle either side of her face. I need to see her eyes when I claim her so that I know we’re on the same page.

“I love you, Cherry Baker.”

I watch her eyes go liquid, like the ocean on a perfect summer day, and she reaches up to skim her fingertips over my lips.

“I know.”

Her words force a bark of laughter from my lips but when she pulls my head to hers and kisses me, I taste the salt of her tears.

“No tears, Blossom.”

“They’re happy tears, and you should feel blessed I’d shed them for you.”

Rubbing my cock through the folds of her pussy lips, I watch her sharp intake of breath and give her the truth.

“I feel blessed by every emotion you give me, Blossom. Anger, hate, love, lust. All of it. I’ll take it all because to have even a fraction of your attention is more than I deserve.”

I’ve worked so hard these last few months to win her over, to earn her forgiveness, but I’m fully aware I don’t deserve it. If she chooses to be angry with me for the rest of my life, I’ll understand. It will kill me, but I’ll understand. Now she has forgiven me though, I’m going to make sure she never suffers a single day of pain again. And if ending Nick Kendrick is the price, then so be it.

Her soft warm body wriggles against mine and I bend, taking a nipple between my lips and sucking until she arches into me and moans.

Fuck, I love her tits, her pussy, her ass. Everything about this woman was made for me.

My cock nudges inside her, and she sighs, her back arching in pleasure as I groan from the feel of her tight heat surrounding me. She’s better than perfection, my Blossom has been molded in heaven just for me. Her legs come up and lock around my waist as I slide deeper inside, my cock rubbing against her G-spot as I slowly thrust into her. Being inside her is like being home. I never want to fucking leave this place. I make love to her as we keep eye contact, the connection re-forming from what we had years ago into something new, something unbreakable.

My thrusts become deeper, and I feel a flood of wet heat coat my dick when I tease the pucker of her asshole with my finger.

“Hmm, you like the thought of me fucking your sweet ass, Blossom?”

“I want you everywhere, Jake. Make me yours.”

Some would see her words as surrender, and in this room, she does surrender to me, but outside of this room, she’s the one who owns every piece of me. I’ll die for this woman. I would kill for her.

Gripping my fingers around her throat, I squeeze gently as her eyes dilate and she soaks my cock with her pleasure.

“You gonna come for me, Blossom?”

Her body responds to my dark command as I squeeze her pretty throat, my cock punishing her pussy just how she likes. Then her fingers grip my wrist and her legs shake as she writhes beneath me. I release my hold on her neck and she screams my name in ecstasy.

Seeing her fall over the edge so beautifully is enough to send my cock wild and I drive into her, railing into her like a beast, and my vision blanks and I see heaven.

30. Cherry

Things with Jake and I are perfect. I’ve never been happier and that in itself is a little scary. Since the gala three weeks ago, we’ve been wrapped in a perfect bubble. We spend every night either at my place or his, and every weekend has been at the new house I’m helping him renovate. In the week he works, doing whatever it is corporate lawyers for huge companies do, but he never fails to let me know he’s thinking of me.

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