Page 226 of Bona Fide

? Bad Things — Machine Gun Kelly feat Camila Cabello ?

Reagan’s thongis wrapped around the bottom of her ass cheeks, and my cock is so hard I think it’s going to pull a muscle. She didn’t ask for foreplay, didn’t kiss me or start to slowly tease me. She just wanted it—my cock—inside her ass.

Oh, and if you hadn’t guessed yet, the Yankees fucking lost.

My dick is lubed, which she so conveniently had, and I stroke it.

This is going to be hard, no pun intended, to not lose my entire shit within a minute or two. And the voices in my head, the rational and the infatuated fill my brain.

I need to let her go, but she won't let me. She's sinking herself deep and back inside me, and I know that I'm not strong enough to withhold.

I should be doing what the public expects me to do and mourn my wife. Even though I couldn't stand Demi, that she was evil in her own ways, I shouldn't be about to bury myself balls deep within the woman who drives me insane with lust and insanity.

“Have you thought about this before?” she asks me, laid out on her stomach as an offering for me to delve into. The coffee table still has our cups and plates on it, and if we do this, they're going to end up on the floor.

“Yes,” I mumble while fighting a groan as she backs up, letting the tip of my cock hit where she wants it to be.

“Hold it still,” she orders before she lets the head of my cock slide slowly into her. It doesn’t go in all the way before she withdrawals slightly then comes back for more.

I watch her ass ride my cock, each time sinking me deeper inside her tightness.

I have to think of something else. Literally, anything else, because I’m going to finish before we even start.

“There we go,” she moans, sliding back and taking me farther. “Mhm...fuck.” God, the sound of her voice when she’s turned on makes my whole body tingle and light on fire.

I’m way past being on edge.

I'm about to tell her that I can't do this, but she peers over her shoulder, stunning violet eyes pierce right through my idea and self-confidence.

“I’m ready...fuck me.”

"Sox," I growl. "This isn't a good idea." The corners of her lips quirk, devious and fucking sexy as hell.

"Feels like one." My eyes clench closed because she's not helping. She's making it worse. "You never owned me fully. I want there to be no mistaking that you do after this."

"I don't own you," I seize. "Not anymore." Her brows furrow, followed by her eyes turning into slits. I already knew this would come up. I'm rejecting her in her eyes, and I'm going to hear her mouth about it, but I'm ready.

This is for the best.

I don't want her to be a fucking secret in my back pocket. She deserves to know and learn the world. To have someone she can go out in public with and freely do what she wants.

I can't do that with her.

I have a job—a responsibility. She's a liability for anyone who wants to hurt me. Demi fucked that up for me. I could never and would never forgive myself if something transpired and Reagan was hurt. I don't care that she has a brother who's part of some secret organization and has resources that I barely know about. It's not an option.

It'll never be an option.

"Then just give me what you owe me," she quips. "I won a bet."

"Geezus Christ, Reagan," I chide. "You seriously can't want—"

"Oh I do," she counters, turning her head back around to keep her true feelings from me.

I hurt her—I always seem to. This time will be no different.

But it's for her own good, not mine. I'll rip my heart out faster than she can blink a tear. I'll always live with a void. She's strong enough to bypass me.

Reagan doesn’t wait for me to move, she does it herself. Stretching her tight hole around my bulging cock and taking what she wants. Making me want to lose control like I always do with her.

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