Page 93 of Stables

Will it always be like this? Or will he lose interest?

Matt used to call me a burden.

Last night might be the best it will ever be, even if I nearly screwed it all up.

I’ll just tuck that memory away. One day, when I’m alone again, I’ll be able to pull it back up and know I had one incredible moment.

He said he wants to be with me, have children. I hope that’s true.

But maybe I’m being stupid, rushing in with rose colored glasses.

It’s not like I’ve known him very long.

Two weeks? At most?

Fuck, I’m a hopeless romantic.

I should know better. Matt showed me that there isn’t always a happy ending.

Did I mess up again?

Struggling to blink back the tears allows an uncontrollable sob to escape.

His bicep flexes under my head, and his other arm moves back up from my hip to encircle me.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he growls, hugging me tightly. “So stop fretting.” He pauses as his thumb finds my nipple against the sheets. “On the other hand, I wouldn’t mind spanking your pretty little ass again to prove I care.”

The bed shakes with his quiet laughter.

“How did you know?” I sniffle.

He raises himself up on his elbow and peers down, a soft smile turns up the two day whisker growth on his cheek. “Because I think it’s normal for you to be second guessing. With everything—” He waves his arm in a broad arc. “—going on, it’s easy to slip to only bad outcomes.”

My lip rolls between my teeth when I nod. “I just, well, I don’t want to ruin this.” Floating my finger, I point back and forth from his chest to mine. “But—” I let my palm rest on his pec. “—I don’t want to be hurt again,” I whisper, finally admitting my greatest fear.

His tousled dark hair falls over his forehead as he looks down, his jaw ticking.

“I’m not always an easy man to live with. But I can promise, I will never lash out in anger. As for pain, though…” His voice drops as he guides my hand to his very large, very hard erection beneath the blanket. “I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to rip you in two,” he growls as he wraps my fingers around his throbbing cock.

Well, the tips certainly don’t meet. He’s much too girthy for my small hands to encircle.

That doesn’t stop him from using my palm to stroke up and down his shaft.

Every time he moves me near the tip, I let my thumb swirl over the top, and I’m rewarded with a twitch from his hips.

With a groan, he pulls my touch away from him and moves my arms above my head then rolls over me, wedging himself between my thighs. “You keep doing that, I’m going to make you hurt again in the best way.”

Propping himself on his elbow, his lips move to steam against my throat. Burning kisses, he works his way beneath my ear before his tongue scalds below my jaw. “Not a bad way to wake up?” He shifts, pressing the head of his cock against the hollow of my aching pussy.

“You spoil me.” How am I already so wet for him?

Reaching down, he grabs himself and rubs his engorged ridge against my clit sending spasms through my belly.

With narrowed eyes, he pushes himself to his knees between mine and spreads my legs. “You’re going to come for me. Every morning.” His pelvis rocks as his full length caresses my sensitive slit.

My god it feels good.

I can almost get off just watching his abs flex and the mushroomed head of his huge cock working over me.

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