Page 75 of Crazy for this Girl

I'm wrapping invisible handcuffs around her and creating a memory she's never going to forget. I'm taking a piece of her that she'll never be able to get back.

"Tell me to stop," I beg, lifting her by her thighs and growling when her legs wrap directly around my waist.

"No." She comes back down to push her soft lips against mine, and I move for the bed.

"I'm not sure when I'm going to see you again.”

Her mouth moves slower against mine as if she’s thinking this through more carefully. My careful little Tone Deaf who only seems to take huge chances with me.

We’re two parts of a puzzle. A team that only needs their sidekick to get them through. She’s the beat in my heart, and the first thought of my day.

"Then make sure I remember you, idiot. Because if you ever come back—”

“I’m coming back to you,” I assure her over her lips. “I will always come back for you.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.” She squeezes her calves around my body, and my cock twitches painfully against the towel that's falling down my legs. "I don't want to hurt you."

"Then don't be an animal with it," she reprimands, not understanding fully what I mean. "I love you, Cal. I've loved you forever."

My heart slams into my chest at her confession, replaying it once more in my brain. My whole body tingles at her words like they’re redistributing how my body is made up, and I wish for it to be full of a cute blonde who occupies my whole being. “Laynee…”

The brat rolls her pretty blue eyes at me, and she must hear the hesitance that still lives strong in my head because she huffs out, “Shut up, Cal.”

My knees hit the edge of the bed, and I’m careful to place her on her back, beginning the task of undoing her pants and peeling away her panties in one go because I’ve been patient enough.

She wants me.

And I need her.

There isn’t shit more to say right now.

Laynee leans up and pulls at her shirt, a small blush creeping up her cheeks as I soak her soon-to-be fully naked body into memory. I’m not sure what I’m going to be walking into in the next few weeks, but I sure as fuck know it’s going to be thinking about this.

“I’m hoping to God you’re gonna take your bra off,” I practically pant out as I reach for the wrapped towel around my hips. “I’ve fantasized about your tits every time you wore a big ass shirt when we’d go swimming.”

Her face turns crimson as she reaches around and unhooks the back of her white bra. And since she’s giving me what I want, becoming completely vulnerable to me, I drop my towel and expose my nakedness to her full view.

Her blues drop immediately to my cock, and it only twitches in response to her inspection of me. I can see the apprehension but clear confidence in her decision—me. We share a mutual understanding that we’ve allowed too much time to pass and never ended up here.

Where we belong.

Her thick thighs are creamy and luscious, perfect for dipping my head in between and eating her from ass to cunt. Her hips are curvy, plunging into a flat stomach with amazing globes of tits. Rosy nipples implore me to put them in my mouth, suck, lick, and shove my aching cock between them.

Slowly, I crawl into the bed as she lays back, welcoming me to own this moment. To take what she’s allowing me to have. My cock brushes against her wet pussy as I take one of her soft tits in my mouth, licking and sucking the sensitive flesh there. Her fingers lace through my hair as I practically make out with each breast, switching from one to another.

Laynee whispers my name like a prayer, and I’m God, but it’s the other way around. She’s the glorious deity that I will spend every day worshipping and relinquishing anything her little heart desires.

Giving into what she wishes for, I position myself to enter her but stop. For my own sanity, I'm giving her one more out of this.

"Laynee...last chance,” I warn. “Once I do this, you’re mine for eternity.”

“Does that include special treatment?”

I nestle my nose into the crook of her neck. “All the time. Anything you want.”

Her thighs wrap around me again, clinging to me and holding me to my promise. “Deal. I want ice cream every night for starters.”

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