Page 71 of Pretty Broken Promises

“It's close, but I need a lot more.” This time I kiss him because we have the whole day, something we haven't been able to say for weeks.

It isn't like we've been abstaining since training camp started, but quickies in the shower and sleepy sex aren’t quite as satisfying as when we can really take the time to focus on pleasuring each other. There is nothing like being the center of Ford’s attention in the bedroom.

“You are going to get everything that I've got, but I'm going to take my time getting there,” he tells me.

I playfully stick out my bottom lip in a mock pout. “I think you just want to torture me.”

“It's called anticipation, Vixen,” he teases.

“I don't think I like that plan. How about you fuck me now, and then we can make out some more and as soon as you're ready, we do it again? We can just do that all day long,” I suggest instead.

He pretends to think about it. “You're right, your idea is better.”

Ford pulls my shirt over my head, and his hands start massaging my breasts. Our brief moment of levity has not diminished the ache in my core. The intensity only increases when he bends down and sucks one aching bud into his mouth, causing me to arch my back and press it farther into his mouth. His arm slips around me and holds my body up away from the bed.

He slowly lowers my torso back onto the bed, but lifts my hips and pulls my sleep shorts and underwear off in one smooth motion. My hands are at the waistband of his boxers, but I can't get them to budge. He takes pity on me and does it himself.

He’s still not moving fast enough, and I know he thinks I need time to get comfortable with him being on top of me. It's sweet, but unnecessary. Ever since the group fun night with Sin and Raven I have become completely comfortable with Ford. To encourage him I grab the base of his cock and guide him to my entrance.

His eyes hold mine once again, and this time they ask if I'm ready. My look gives him the answer he's searching for. He kisses me again as he slowly sinks into my body. If I thought I wanted fast and hard, he's showing me that this connection is what my body and soul is really longing for. We fall back into that languid pace from before. His hand strokes leisurely down my body and hooks my leg around his waist, and then he repeats on the other side.

Every motion feels purposeful. I feel cherished and like I'm getting every second of his attention that I've missed since training camp began. Despite the slow and steady pace, I can feel my body climbing toward climax. Both of our bodies are shaking as we try and hold back for just a few more minutes. He's kissing me, and when he starts groaning into my mouth, I whimper and the walls of my pussy clench around his cock.

“Please,” I say into his mouth.

He's incapable of speaking at this moment, and grunts his reply. I’m not sure exactly whether that is a grunt in agreement or refusal until he pulls out and slams into me hard enough to drive me up the bed.

I put my hands above me on the headboard and push back with every thrust. It's like having an out of body experience. On one hand, I'm very much attached to the physical sensations of the moment, but on the other side there’s an entire emotional aspect as well.

Physically this is probably the best sex I’ve ever had, and Ford and I have had some great sex in the past. Everything inside of me is exploding like the grand finale of a fireworks display. This is the most alive I've ever felt. Most of the time I'm trying to hide, from myself, from my thoughts, from the people I love, but right now I'm exposed in every way and surprisingly absolutely fine with it.

My body is singing with the most intense pleasure I have ever experienced, but then he starts to speak.

“I fucking love you more than there are words to express,” he rasps next to my ear.

His cock moves in and out of my pussy with powerful strokes. My breaths come in shallow pants. I can’t seem to suck in enough oxygen and grow a little lightheaded, which only seems to bring me closer to coming.

“I…love…you…too,” I manage to force out through my ragged breathing.

“Nothing and no one is going to pull us apart. You are mine,” he growls.

“Yes, yours,” I agree immediately.

This was clearly what he needed to hear, because he somehow manages to take me harder. Gone now is his desire to take this slow. He pulls out of me and climbs out of the bed. I’m about to protest his absence, but then he grabs my ankles, yanks me to the edge of the bed, and slams back inside of me before I can utter a single peep.

It’s a treat to watch all those hard-earned muscles in action as he pumps in and out of me. I peer around him and watch his round ass flex as he enters me. I study the way his biceps bulge as he pulls me to meet his thrusts.

“Do you like what you see, Vixen?”

I slowly lift my eyes to his, not bothering to hide the lust and love I’m sure he can see in them. “I love what I see. You are a beautiful man, inside and out. I am the luckiest woman alive.”

He smiles at me, and it’s not a mischievous smirk, or a naughty grin, but a wide smile of pure love and joy. Then his lips twitch, and the naughty grin makes its appearance. “Then scream for me,” he taunts and makes sure I do just that.

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“Our neighbors are goingto hate us,” I say as I lay boneless in Ford’s arms.

He slowly traces his finger up and down my arm. “I think there’s a reason your mom made us the supers of an apartment building full of retirees.”

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