Page 38 of Forever Writing You

“I didn’t cheat on you, Everett.”

“So, you lied to me about that?”

“I needed to make you let go of me.”

“Good fucking job.” His skin heated against mine, and he looked as if he were struggling to say the right words.

“You deserve to be happy,” I said. “That’s all I ever wanted for you.”

“I was happy with you. Why couldn’t I have that?”

Silence.

I looked away from him, but he pressed his thumb under my chin and made me stare into his eyes.

“Tell me why I couldn’t have what I wanted, Dahlia,” he spoke slowly.“Tell me right the fuck now.”

“I’m sorry…”

Without another word, he pressed his lips against mine, angrily kissing me. Slipping his tongue into my mouth, he punished my bottom lip with a hard bite.

“Ahhhh…”I moaned, still staring into his eyes.

“Tell me,” he whispered harshly. “Tell me.”

“I already told you years ago.”

He growled as if he was upset with my answer, penalizing me with another hard kiss.

His hands gripped my hips, steadying me, letting me know he wasn’t going anywhere.

“I’m going to ask you one more time,” he said, his voice hoarse. “Why couldn’t I have you?”

“It’s not my fault you didn’t like the answer.”

His fingers deepened their position on my skin, and his mouth claimed mine in anger, but the more he kissed me, his expression softened.

I pressed my hands against his rock-hard chest as if I were about to push him away, but I gave in instead.

His mouth slowly erased every kiss I’d ever had, reminding me how perfect he was. How perfect “we” were.

He pulled a condom from his pocket, and I slapped it away.

A faint smile crossed his lips as he unbuttoned his pants.

I hiked up my skirt, and he positioned his cock against my soaking wet slit.

I wanted to feel him inside me again, needed to have every inch of him right now.

With no hesitation, he slid into me all at once, pressing my back against the wired fence.

“Everetttt…” I wrapped my arms around his neck as he fucked me, moaning at this feeling I’d missed for far too long.

“Fuck, Dahlia…”He bit my bottom lip, tugging it between his teeth. “I missed you…”

He thrust his cock into me deeper, holding me back before I could tell him I missed him, too.

Staring into my eyes as he fucked me, he whispered, “Is your pussy still mine?”

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