Page 59 of Bona Fide

I want her begging for me, my self-esteem needs it. I feel as though I’m so far gone that I’m imagining what I want from her in my head.

“Is that all you want?”

“Yes,” she breathes. “I just want to forget.” I pull myself out of her and push my body downward so that my face is near her pussy.

“You’re not going to forget me, Shelton. I demand it.”

Her legs clamp around my shoulders, slightly shaking in response from the loss of us being joined together.

Licking one of her pussy lips, I let the tip of my tongue barely brush her center.

“I’ll kill someone if I find you with another man.” She scoffs in response to that. Thing is, I can be as headstrong and stubborn as her. “Try me.”

“Wade,” she begins before being cut off when I graze her clit. “I can’t be with—” Another lick and she’s writhing off the bed.

We can talk about it—except it’s not going to be with me inside her.

This is a time for her to figure it out, and I’m not going to push her, but I’m not going to fucking share her either. I can’t make her not see other men.

Will I be jealous?—Absolutely.

Will I want to strangle the dude she’s with?—You can bet your ass.

But I insist to keep some of my fucking pride intact because, without it, I’ll turn into that man eight years ago who never saw the light of day and drank himself into a coma each and every night.

“Wade…” Both of her hands twisting and yanking my hair to come up for air.

To come up for her.

It’s not happening until I hear what I want to hear and she knows it. She’s aware of the words I need her to say.

“Is it possible to think that I could live just off you, Miss Shelton? You taste like sin and rapture, something I could get highly addicted to.”

Who the hell am I kidding, I already am.

“You should...come up here and show me…” Her breathing is heavy—close. She’s seconds away from breaking apart underneath me and she will—without me.

“I’m good with being just like everyone else,” I lie, compressing my lips around her clit. “As you put it...just another fuck.”

Her thighs tremble around my head, craving more than what I’m giving her, but it’s enough to make her come—just not how she wants to.

“You made your point.” I smirk.

Foolish woman.

“Did I though?”

She gasps as I insert two fingers then mercilessly pump within her.

“Crystal...clear.”

Still haven’t heard the words, baby.

And if she wants to be high-handed with her own pride, we’ll see who out does who on this one.

I continue my torture—to the both of us because my cock is rock-hard and ready to spill my come all over her beautiful body. But I know what I got myself into with Reagan, and sometimes, it’s going to take some sacrifices to get what I want.

Reagan cries out to God then clamps her thighs around my head. “Please fuck me.”

“I want to, however, I’m not privy to sharing. But I will selfishly eat this pussy until you scream and wake the house up.”

She comes then—hard, all over my tongue, squeezing me to her as though she’ll die from falling back down to reality.

When she comes to the point of speaking again, I’m already at her side, pulling her to me as I kiss her forehead.

“What about you?” she mutters into my chest.

“I can wait.”

Forever.

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