Page 179 of Catfish

She doesn’t think she’s worth my time or is undeserving of whatever the fuck she’s been told in the past. Regardless, she’s way more than anything I’m deserving of with the shit I’ve done in my past.

Ridding myself of our history, I slowly inch my cock inside her, watching her mouth open as her body squeezes me for more. My fingers start to dig into the curves of her hips as I sluggishly begin to thrust deeper.

“Damn,” I groan, still watching her. “You feel amazing. And I’m not even fully inside you yet.”

“Geezus,” she says on a breathy gasp, gripping the comforter of the bed.

“Did you say go slower?”

Her brows knit. “No.”

Another inch and her eyelids clamp shut.

“Uh uh,” I scold. “Eyes open, I want to see you while you break apart. And for you to see how hard it is for me to not jackhammer this pussy into oblivion.”

“Fuck me not so nicely, Governor,” she coos, arching her back so that I can ease into her more than I wanted to. “You warned me already, remember?”

Stretching for her hair, I give it a light tug, so she straightens her spine against me. Chest to her back, I take her lips, delving my cock deeper as our groans mix together.

“Have you thought about this?” Another kiss. “About what it would be like?”

She nods, wrapping her arm around my neck to keep me close.

“I want to hear you say it.”

“I’ve thought about you fucking me against your desk several times,” she admits. “While you pull my dress over my ass and have your way with me.”

Her pussy squeezes my cock, and I narrow my brows at her. "Are you sure it's not the other way around?"

She smiles, her lids heavy as I continue taking my time. “Sometimes.” She flicks her lilac irises to me. “But mostly it’s you.”

Another brush to her lips, and my cock has had enough waiting.

Back on all fours, I start to build up momentum. Every inch that goes in and out of her body, the way her ass that I haven’t paid much attention to today is on full display, wanting to be bitten into because—fuck me. When is enough enough with her?

My cock is saying never.

My mind is telling me tonight.

And my heart, well, that bastard is starting to grow two sizes too big, and it better settle the hell down. This isn’t a romance, there is no ending where Reagan ends up with me.

Not in this lifetime.

I talk a big game about the sins I’ve cast in my past but my present—she can’t have it.

However, right now, I'll give her every piece of me. Anything she wants is hers, and I'll gladly abide by it.

Because after tonight, I don’t know how we’ll go back to being the same.

“Wade.” It’s a quavery plea, full of every fantasy I’ve ever had.

I give her what she wants, squeezing her ass and smoothing it down with the pads of my fingers.

“You gonna come, Shelton?”

“Yes, harder.”

Her moans fill the space around us, my groans of how tightly she's bound to my cock is about to be my undoing, and when she screams, my balls tighten to inadmissible height.

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