Page 77 of Oh, Hell No

I felt the tightening, preparing me for the blissful explosion that was next. “I’m gonna come!” I screamed the words as my body ignited.

“Fuck, yes, baby. Such a good pussy.”

I felt him swell inside me. His fingers digging into my flesh and the slapping of our bodies heightened the moment.

“Fuck, baby…fuck.” His guttural groan was followed by his body shuddering behind me.

“Tell me you want my cum.” His words were raspy pants.

“God, yes, come in me,” I pleaded, pushing back, meeting his thrusts.

“Christ, your cunt.” His words were strained.

Then, I felt his seed shooting deep inside me, and I went off again, my body bucking beneath him.

We stayed like that as he slowed his thrusts to a stop. Both of us breathing hard. He gradually pulled out of me, and I started to move, but he stopped me.

“Not yet. Lay your head down, but keep your ass up and spread your legs.”

Is he ready to go another round already?

His hands went to my thighs and pulled the bottom of my butt cheeks apart. Then, I felt his finger touch my slit.

“Damn.” He let out a deep, pleased sigh. “Seeing this perfect pussy leaking my cum is priceless fucking art.”

I inhaled sharply, wishing I could see it.

He rubbed his hands over the back of my legs. “That’s mine.”

I didn’t argue. Because I was. All of me.

Thirty-Four

Winslet

Humming. I was humming. A grin stretched across my face as I put the lasagna I had just finished preparing in the oven. I wasn’t a hummer, but apparently, I was so happy that I was now.

Oz had been staying the night with me here for the past week. Tuesday night, he’d taken me to Savelle Stables and shown me the horses. We’d watched a jockey out on the track with a horse that they were putting in a race soon, but I couldn’t remember which one. Thursday, he had taken me to a rodeo in Jackson.

Today was a heavy workday since it was the weekend. I had graded papers and worked on my lesson plans since I’d been so busy with him after work every day that I was behind on all of it. Tomorrow, I was going with him to his house. The one he lived in with four other guys, along with one of the guy’s wife and their baby. That was a lot of people in one house, but he had said it was big. After visiting their stables and seeing his parents’ housefrom a distance, I knew when he said big, it was likely a mansion.

Going to meet all the people in his world was intimidating. When we had gone to the stables, only some stablehands and their horse trainer were there. He had told me a little about all of them, and I did want to meet them. My biggest fear was them not liking me. All they knew about me was that my brother had stolen from them. If they found fault in me—because I had faults—then would Oz start to see it too?

My stomach clenched as I thought about it. I didn’t want to lose him. Life before him had seemed so dull. It was as if he had walked into my life and turned on the lights. Well, after I got out of the basement. But even then, that hadn’t been dull.

There was a knock at the door. My smile was back. Oz was early. He wasn’t due here for two more hours, but I wasn’t about to complain. I would be all for a repeat from when he had worked here last Saturday.

When I swung the door open, my smile faltered, then fell.

“Alec.” I said his name, and it felt odd. The familiarity of it gone.

He smiled, and the singular dimple I had once adored appeared. It did nothing for me now.

“Hey, Winzy,” he said with the same air of cocky confidence that he always had.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, not returning his smile.

He chuckled. “I came to see you. It’s our bye week, and it’s been a year now. I thought—well, I hoped you’d had time to forgive me. Talk to me.”

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