Page 44 of Return To You

Moaning when she pulls my cock out and grips it, I quickly move her hand and sheath myself, knowing her touching me will make me come instantly.

Gripping her hips, I bite her bottom lip and suck it into my mouth as I press my cock at her wet entrance, then thrust forward hard.

“God, Noah,” she groans as she breaks the kiss, and my lips go to her neck. I kiss and nibble her skin, thrusting fast and hard, tilting my hips to hit her magic spot.

Her moans get louder as her cunt tightens, and I quickly cover her mouth with my own to swallow her moans.

Her hands grip my arms as I move my right hand between us, needing her to come before I do.

My thumb finds her clit, and I press hard in tight circles, and she detonates. Wetness covers her, and I suck her tongue into my mouth, ensuring to swallow her moans and groans—they’re all for me.

My hips go faster and harder, causing her to get aftershocks, her cunt squeezing me tight before I come, filling the condom with my cum.

Fuck, that’s good….

Slowly, I stop thrusting but keep myself deep inside of her, and break the kiss, pecking her lips a few times, then her nose, cheeks, and throat, making her giggle. I groan as her cunt flutters around my cock.

“Sorry,” she rasps, running her fingers into my hair.

I hum. “Uh huh, ‘course you are, my Petal….”

Smiling, I nip her neck, causing her to gasp and grip my hair, and I hold her tighter to me.

This girl consumes me, and I fucking love her so much….

I blink as I look at Rose and grip the door frame tightly. I start at her bare feet, my eyes traveling up her beautiful, tanned legs to my shirt, just covering the middle of her juicy thighs. They go further up to her larger breasts, a few buttons undone, showing the swells, and my dick gets even harder before our eyes connect.

The memory is taking over, and the need to kiss her is pulling at me.

Her eyes stare into mine intently, before they go over my body like I did with hers, and I can’t take it.

“Fuck it,” I mumble, and she looks up just in time for me to grab her face with my palms and press my lips on hers for the first time in nearly two years.

Everything melts away, her sweet, soft lips centering me.

She gasps, and I push my tongue into her mouth, tangling it with hers, and I grip her cheeks harder, kissing her like my life depends on it until she moans, shocking me back to reality and the reason why I’m at her door.

I pull away before she can melt into my body, and I end up doing something she will most definitely regret; I turn, gripping my hair, and groan, “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Everything, all the hurt, the pain, the fucking all-consuming love pulls too fucking hard, and then the guilt, fuck…the guilt.

She had my son, I know he’s mine, I just know it, he looks like me, and she had himalone, all fucking alone.

She’s living in a small fucking apartment, working two jobs, and doing part-time online college for a degree she doesn’t even want to do, all while being a single mom.

I called the guy Rafael hired; she’s working on her fucking business degree to become a fucking secretary so she can work her way up within the industry.

She should be dealing with animals, not people….

“Seriously, you’re freaking out over kissing me whenyou’rethe one who left?!” she snaps, and I turn her way, not able to hide the absolute pain I feel right now.

I fucking left her without confronting her, I should have, fuck I should have talked to her, but I fucking didn’t. I didn’t….

I swallow hard, and I whisper, “Did you cheat on me?”

Her eyes widen, and then her cheeks redden in anger, making me want to kiss her again, but I don’t; I value my balls.

She sneers, “You’re two fucking years late for that question, Noah.”

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