Page 79 of Cruel Dreams

Knowing he won’t leave after we make love, I relax a little.

He pulls his tank over his head, and we both stand and undress the rest of the way. He needs more time than I do, undoing his belt, and toeing the dress shoes off his feet. I’mwearing the elastic-waist bottoms that match my pajama top, and I’m done first. I use the extra time to watch him. His shoulders are broad, and light hair sprinkles along his chest. His hips are narrow, and when he shoves his briefs off, his erection springs free, grazing his flat abs. The man is delicious, and he wants me, something I don’t think I’ll ever get used to.

“On the couch?” he asks.

“Do you mind?” I want to be on top, look at him while I sink onto him, letting him claim me. There isn’t much light in here, but I don’t need much to measure the hunger on his face.

“I’ll have you any way you let me.”

He sits down, and I settle on his lap, my legs framing his strong thighs. I kiss him again, and he pulls at my hair, tilting my head and slanting his lips over mine the way he wants. I wiggle in his lap, and the tip of his cock nudges my opening. I can’t wait to have him inside me.

“Stella, I didn’t bring a condom. Do you still have some in your nightstand? You should go get one, sweetheart.”

I choose poorly when I’m caught up in my feelings, and oh, have my emotions been on a whirlwind of a ride, but a few days ago we had unprotected sex at the hotel and him wearing a condom now wouldn’t do much good. “It doesn’t matter, does it?”

He pauses, and he holds my face in his hands, searching my eyes as his thumbs graze my cheeks. “Tell me you’ll marry me. Tell me straight and give me the truth. After you meet your parents, you’ll come back and be my wife. I need you, Stella, and I love you, very much.”

I lick my lips. Life with Zane will be complicated. His wealth, the demands on his time. The functions, the dinners, the fundraisers. Do I love him enough to see past all that? I used to think I didn’t. I used to think the way he lived and the way I disagreed with it meant more than our love. I hated that he tookso much for granted when I grew up having nothing but what strangers saw fit to give me.

I blamed him for something that wasn’t his fault.

He’s not a bad person because he has money, just like I’m not a bad person because I grew up without it.

We love each other, and that makes us equals.

I laugh. When I thought we couldn’t get through this, when I thought we would go our separate ways, we came back stronger than ever.

Vigorously, I nod my head. “Yes.”

He growls possessively and turns our positions. I’m on my back and he’s sliding inside me before I can even blink.

The tip of his cock touches my center, and I lift up my hips, encouraging him to take me. His thrusts are brutal and deep, but I love it. He holds on to the back of the couch while his other hand keeps my leg in place, his fingers digging into my skin. His whole body trembles, and I know he’s going to come soon.

I rub my clit to help myself along. He feels my fingers graze him and hisses, “Stella.”

“I love feeling you inside me, how connected we are.”

Teasing me, he slows the tempo, and I play with my clit. He watches, and I would have thought it impossible for him to get any bigger. His cock thickens until I can’t think, and he says, “I’m not going to last much longer.”

“Just another second.” My orgasm is right there, just out of reach.

Zane lowers my leg, and I prop my foot on the coffee table. He nudges my hand away and rubs at my clit. I pinch my nipples, and desire darkens his eyes. The extra stimulation has me tumbling over the edge, and I come, my muscles hugging his cock while he strokes in and out of me.

I quiet, my panting turning into light breaths, and he touches my leg. I know what he wants and I get up and kneel, mybreasts pressed against the back of the couch. Zane loves to take me from behind, and he does so now, sliding into me without warning.

I cry out—my climax made me tender—and he curls his body around me, licking my neck. “Hold on a second.” He caresses my breasts and then slides one hand down my belly.

“No, I can’t,” I whimper.

“Yes, you can. Let me play.”

He grips me to him and teases the sensitive nub between my legs. Tears gather in my eyes. Just when I think there’s no way I can come again, tension builds and I grind into his hand wanting more. “Zane.”

“I know. Come for me, Stella. Explode for me. I need your fire. I missed you so much.”

I lean over and press my mouth to his arm. Zane’s buried as deeply into me as he can go, and it almost hurts.

He holds me as he thrusts hard and quick, and he comes, shooting hot bursts of cum inside me.

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