Page 15 of Say It's Forever

“Not ever,” he cuts me off. “If I’m anything, it’s loyal, Snow. I live and will die by my word. Always know what I say is the truth.” I believe him.

“I think I feel it too,” I admit. “You’re different from me, too. I should be scared of you. You’re so big, and then the tattoos.” I trace the design on his chest using my fingers. “Most men hurt women. You won’t hurt me, will you, Garrett?”

“Never.” His hand cups the back of my neck to pull me in. My chest pushes against his as he claims my mouth.

This time I’m bolder. I don’t wait for him; I slide my tongue across his bottom lips. He parts them for me. His tongue meets mine. I didn’t even know people kissed this way.

I felt the hard ridge of his cock press against my sex through my panties. The sensation is overwhelming and unlike anything I have ever experienced before. I need more of it. My body is throbbing for it in a way I don’t understand, but I want to.

Garrett rocks my hips for me, knowing what I need. I cry out his name. “You like that, baby?”

“Yes,” I whimper against his mouth. “I need more.”

“You’ll get all you want.” His mouth goes to my neck. He kisses me there the same way he did my mouth, his tongue coming out to get a taste and then sucking on my skin. “That’s it. Rock that pretty, untouched pussy on my cock. It’s all yours.” His words spur me on. If I wasn’t so turned on, I’d probably die of embarrassment, but there’s no way I’m missing out.

“Garrett,” I moan, my hips moving. One of his hands slips up under my shirt to cup my breast. They feel tender and heavy. They seem to ache too. What has this man done to my body? “I need…” I trail off, unsure of what it is I’m asking for. His mouth comes to my ear.

“I’ve got you,” he whispers in my ear. His thumb brushes across my nipple. “I will always take care of you.”

Garret's other hand slips into the front of my panties. His fingers stroke between the folds of my sex. My breathing grows heavy, unable to process what is happening to my body.

“Let go. I’ll catch you.” His fingers graze across the spot I need them the most. My whole body suddenly tightens. I do exactly as he asked; I let go, dropping my head back as the explosion goes off inside of me. A flood of pleasure courses through me. I relish every second of it.

Garrett holds me close as I melt into him. My body goes completely lax. His arms wrap around me. My head falls to his chest, directly beneath his chin.

“What was that?” I whisper in awe.

I've always been taught that sex is solely for a man's pleasure. We show our sacrifice by submitting. My mother told me to grin and bear it, and then one day I'd be blessed with children. This struck me as peculiar, given that I don't believe she liked us on most days. When Father took his anger out on her, I always knew she'd come for one of us. I made sure I was the one in her path.

“A taste of what life could be like if you stayed here with me.”

“Hmm.” I moan, closing my eyes.

Life really is a whole lot different out here. I can never go back. Heck, I’m not sure I can go anywhere. I want to stay right here forever.

But I know I never get what I want. Life has never been that easy, and if it’s up to Joseph and my parents, it never will be.

11

GARRETT

“I’m making breakfast.” Snow holds the spatula up like she’ll whoop me with it if I try to fight her on this.

“All right.” I hold my hands up, stepping back. It makes a smile light up her face. “A big one.”

“What do you mean?”

“The whole nine yards, pancakes, bacon, eggs, some hash browns, and maybe even biscuits and gravy.” I list off a bunch of my favorites. Snow’s eyes go big. “I can help.”

The truth is, I want to feed her. I get the sense that she isn’t fed properly. I bet the men clear out the food, and the women get what’s left. I’m sure they do it on purpose to control them. It's even used as a war tactic for prisoners. It is better to keep them weak so they don’t have as much fight in them. They won’t push back or have the energy and will to try and escape. They obviously underestimated my snow angel. She’s a fighter.

“No, I can make all that; it’s just a lot of stuff.”

“I can eat for three, so it will need to be a lot.” Snow’s eyes drift down my body and back up. When she licks her lips, I have to fight a groan. I can still taste her pussy on my lips. I’d licked her off my fingers. Nothing has ever tasted sweeter. I’d be happy to spread her out on the kitchen counter and feast on her for breakfast. Her cunt could keep me going for weeks alone.

“You are pretty big.”

“You have no idea.” I walk over and drop a kiss on her mouth. “My fridge is loaded. Use what you need. I’m going to check on some things.”

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