Page 11 of Bells

She came forward and stopped in front of me. “I-I care about you too. It’s hard for me to say the words. It scares me to say them. I don’t want you to think I don’t have feelings though because I definitely do.”

Confusion rushed over me. “You-youcare?”

She nodded. “I more than care, but the words. . . it’s just scary.”

“More than care? So like love? Or maybe close to love?” I hated how pathetic I sounded.

“All of that,” she murmured, going up on her tiptoes and brushing her lips against mine.

I kissed her back, my heart thrumming happily in my chest again. She hadn’t said she loved me back, but she did say she cared. I knew it was hard for her. I’d accept this answer because maybe I was fucking desperate to keep these feelings alive within me.

“Come back to bed,” I whispered against her lips.

“Mm, ok,” she said back, making my heart leap even further.

I shoved my pants down, and brought her back to my bed and dragged her on top of me. Quickly, I grabbed a condom out of my bedside drawer and sheathed my cock. She slipped back onto my waiting dick and rode me slowly, her lips on mine, her breathing heavy.

“Fuck, Bells,” I groaned as she moved back and forth on me.

“You like this?” she asked between kisses.

“I love it. You’re going to make me come. I don’t want to come, yet.”

“I want you to. I want you to come. Please,” she rasped against my lips, her pace picking up.

I breathed out as she sat up, giving me a full view of her tits as she rocked on my cock. Everything inside me told me I shouldn’t blow off inside her yet, but I felt the tingle of my impending release tease my dick as she raked her nails down my chest.

“Bells, I need to come—”

“Take off the condom and come on my pussy.”

I swallowed, trying to control my cock from doing what it was threatening to do. Her pussy gripped my dick hard as she came, moaning my name.

I couldn’t handle it.

Quickly, I rolled her onto her back and slammed into her heat hard and fast. Her fingernails tore into my back as she tried to keep me against her body.

I pulled myself free of her and tugged off the condom. A few rough strokes from my hand had me coming every-fucking-where.

In moments, I had her pussy painted white.

Breathless, I stared down at the mess I’d made before offering her a grin.

“Sorry,” I said.

“I like it.” She let out a giggle.

I chuckled and got off the bed to get her something to clean up with. In my bathroom, I wet a washcloth after washing my hand and went back into the room to find her running her finger up and down her slit.

My heart jumped, and I quickly wiped my come off her as she watched me.

“You probably shouldn’t do that,” I said, noting how she lightly fingered herself.

“Why?” She bit her bottom lip. “Does it make you want to fuck me again, Sinclair?”

I let out a huff of laughter. “Well, that and the fact I don’t need you to get knocked up.”

She pulled her finger free of her heat and gave me a coy smile. “It’ll be fine. I’m sure.”

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