Page 79 of Endless Love

“Fuck, yes—” He gasps, and I moan as I feel my own orgasm approaching. “Get on top of me. I want to feel you come around my cock. I want to fill you up.”

“Ivan—”

“Just do it. Please, dove. I need to feel you come on me.”

His voice is so desperate, so full of desire for me, that I can’t tell him no. I sit up, letting go of his cock, and he moans, looking at me with lust-darkened eyes.

“Take my jeans off,” he orders, and the command in his voice sends a shiver down my spine.

“I don’t have to do anything,” I tease him, stripping my t-shirt over my head. “You can’t make me right now.”

“I could try,” he says in a warning voice. “But I’ll say please this once, dove. And then I’ll punish you later, when I’m better.”

“I’ll look forward to it.” I make him wait until I’ve stripped off every last bit of clothing, and then I reach up, dragging his jeans and boxers off as his cock juts up, dripping pre-cum and glistening with my saliva. “You want me to sit on your cock, Ivan? You want me to fuck you?”

His eyes widen a little at that. I’ve never said anything like that to him before, and that hunger deepens in his gaze, the muscle in his jaw twitching.

“Fuck me, little dove,” he groans. “Please.”

Carefully, not wanting to bump the bandage on his side, I straddle his hips. I arch up, wrapping my hand around him, and guide him between my thighs, gasping as I feel his swollen tip between my folds.

He feels so good. Better than anything I would have ever imagined, before him. And as I slide down on him, inch by inch, I can see from the tormented lust on his face that it feels the same way for him. That this is the best he’s ever had, too.

It’s a heady feeling.

I start to ride him, slowly, dragging myself up and down his cock, parting my folds with my fingers so he can watch as I rub my clit. Ivan groans, his hips arching up to meet me with every rocking motion that I make, until we’re both breathless and on the edge.

“I’m going to come,” he moans. “I’m going to?—”

I start to move off of him, and he shakes his head. “I need to come in you. Let me fill you up, dove. Let me?—”

“We shouldn’t.” Somehow that makes it sound even better, my orgasm rushing up to meet his as I frantically rub my clit. “I shouldn’t let you come in me.”

“No, you shouldn’t.” He moans aloud, hips thrusting up, all of his pain forgotten by this point. “I’ll get you a pill tomorrow. It’ll be fine. Just let me—fuck, dove, let me fucking come in you. I want to?—”

“I want it, too,” I whisper. And even though I know it’s reckless, I sink down onto him, clenching around him as my orgasm overtakes me and I throw my head back, grinding on his cock as I come hard.

“Fuck,Charlotte!”Ivan cries out my name as his cock throbs inside of me, hot spurts of cum filling me as he throws his head back, moaning my name again. “Fuck,fuck—” His fingers claw into the bed, moans spilling from his lips as I rock against him, and he gasps for breath as I finally go still, his cum hot inside of me.

I sit like that for a long moment, trying to catch my breath, before I slide off of him. “Let me see,” he gasps, and I obey without thinking, rocking back and spreading my legs so that he can see his cum dripping out of me, pearling along my wet folds.

“Fuck,” Ivan moans. “As soon as I’m better, I’m never going to let you out of bed. I’m going to fuck you all day. I’m going to make you come so many fucking times.”

“I’m going to hold you to that.” I close my legs, sliding up to lie next to him, both of us naked atop the bed. “But right now, I need you to get well. And we need to figure out what we’re doing next.”

A soft snore escapes Ivan, and I laugh, realizing that he’s already fallen asleep, before I even finished speaking. I put apillow between us, wanting to make sure that I don’t accidentally jostle him in his sleep, and I close my eyes.

We will have to figure out what to do in the morning. But for now, this is enough.

For now, I just want to sleep next to him.

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In the morning,Ivan is stiff and sore and in pain, but he’s alive. Despite his objections, I walk down to a nearby diner and get food for us, since neither of us has eaten in nearly twenty-four hours. He manages some eggs and toast, and I scarf down the rest, before throwing away the trash and settling back down onto the bed next to him.

“What now?” I ask quietly, and Ivan rubs his hand through his hair with his good arm, wincing as it tugs at the bandage on his side.

“We’re going to have to get a ride to Mexico. It’s going to take most of the cash I have left on me, but I can access more once we’re out of the country. And then—” He frowns. “Then, I have some other calls to make.”

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