Page 20 of Hold On

I unzip her jacket and fling it from her body as her breasts bounce lazily before me. Sticking my hand into her sweats next, I cup her sweet, swollen pussy with my greedy palm. It’s slick as shit and ripe for the taking. My fingers invade her immediately as she leans back into the wall, her back bowing as she presses her cunt towards me. I bite into her neck, careful to steer clear of her face. Moaning, she bucks herself on two of my fingers as I begin to gather her tits between my teeth. They move in tandem with each thrust of my hand inside her pretty cunt. She whimpers, clenching my shoulders as my palm slaps her wet pussy. The room is alive with the sound and scent of sex. Lina shrieks in pain as I twist her nipple to the side forcefully without warning, her pussy further lubricating my hand. I rip it from the depths of her folds, using her cum to slicken my dick, stroking it before her stomach powerfully. She licks her lips as she watches hungrily.

I strip her of her pants before fucking her raw.

With her hips in my arms, her back up against the wall, I enter her as quickly as I can. She’s so fucking wet, it’s easy as shit. I stare into her green eyes for a few seconds as I stand against her, fully filling her cunt, pressing my length into her center and holding it there for her to warm. I pull out before re-entering her again slowly. She’s dealt with enough pain already. I don’t want to hurt my Lina Girl by unleashing myself on her like a rabid dog.

Her furrowed brow tells me she’s feeling as much as I am emotionally. Her battered face holds all the love I feel emanating from my heart to hers. Her body’s receiving me perfectly and soon, I’m up to my balls again, burying myself deep inside of her. My bare chest rests over her own. I want to remove whatever memory seared itself into her brain last night. I know I can’t fix it. But she deserves to be loved right now, and fucking is how we’ve always shown each other how much we care. This, and taking care of injuries.

Alina never judged me in the past or said a word about me to others about what my father put me through. And I realize suddenly why she won’t tell me what’s wrong now. I’ve been accusing her of getting herself into trouble without even considering the fact that something could’ve happenedtoher, notbecauseofher. I’ve been making her feel like shit. Instead of giving her a chance to explain herself, I’ve been yelling in her face why she’s terrible. It dawns on me that all the kindness she showed me in our youth was something I took for granted. I haven’t considered the same decency for her. I just berated her, slut shamed her and threw insults her way.

What in the actual fuck is wrong with me? It’s something I’ve asked myself so many times in my life yet have never had an answer for. Now Lina’s here, soaking my cock like we’re eighteen again and I find it’s the only thought on repeat in my head as she fucks me for some sort of comfort she lost years ago. I tuck her into me so she can’t see the war in my eyes and take it slowly. Stroking her pussy deeply and with extra force to the spot that currently keeps making her whimper. She closes her eyes as she comes so beautifully, so perfectly, that I just stop as her face settles and she closes her pouty, swollen lips. She let go, but I won’t. I don’t want to come. Not right now.

Alina’s rightfully confused, but I can see how tired she is. Instead of taking care of myself, I carry her to the bathroom topee, then back to the bed where she curls up to sleep. She’s out almost instantly, her green eyes hooding and closing as her head hits the pillow. I’m not even sure she sees me as she knocks out.

It takes everything inside of me not to text any of my drug dealers as I watch her lose consciousness, the dark feelings of regret and guilt burrowing their way inside of my useless body. I’m sick to my stomach at my behavior, at the lack of empathy I offered towards the woman I claim to love.

I neveraskedAlina anything.

I justassumedit was her fault.

And something is telling me that I’m going to feel a fuck-ton of shame when the truth comes to light.

And I’ll rightfully deserve to be leveled by it all.

Chapter Fourteen - Then

Alina:

I’m hyperaware of my legs around Bash as he carries me inside. He walks us around the couch and into the living room as our hearts pound against each other’s chests. I feel like I’m holding my breath again as he releases my body and sets me down in front of him. “Let’s make a bed on the floor,” he suggests as I nod enthusiastically, grinning widely.

“We can pull my mattress out here!” I respond as he immediately nods his head in agreement.

“That’s a great idea. Where is it?” I lead him to my room down a short hallway connected to the living room. There’s two bedrooms on this side of the house. One is mine and the other is my brother’s. We share the bathroom across from them both.

I quickly grab the pillows and blankets as Bash uses his strength to whip my mattress free of the box spring. He follows me back into the living room, dragging the full-sized mattress behind him effortlessly. We set it up below the couch and in front of the tv, throwing extra pillows and blankets down for good measure. I bite my lip as I find the courage to look at him, the anticipation obviously heavy around us. Andfuckingkillingme. “I want to experience this fucking tongue you keep bragging about,” I tease him as I approach him, and he takes me into his sturdy arms. His blue eyes rake over me as I melt into his embrace and allow him to bear some of my weight. He accepts me, pulling me closer into his hard body.

“And I want to experience how you taste, Lina Girl.” My face feels extremely hot as I shyly look back into his eyes. “That’s right, I wanna taste you,” he says, that same look turning into something more wicked as his fingertips dig into my hips. “I want to eat your pretty pussy. I want you to come on my tongue. I want to feast on you all night, Alina. Because it’s your fucking birthday and you fucking deserve it, baby.” He’s pushing me to the mattress and I’m following without resistance. Before I know it, his gorgeous body is on top of mine, pressing me into the pillows and blankets around us. No one’s ever said anything like that to me before. The butterflies are raging inside of my stomach as we make out, our tongues tangled as much as our legs. His fingers grip both of my cheeks and I realize suddenly I adore the way he holds my face like this, in both his palms. It makes me feel like every ounce of love he has to give is being directed at me. And I’m eating it up, hoping it lasts for fucking ever.

Bash’s hips grind into mine, promises of what he has for me there rubbing against the sensitive area between my legs. It feels so good, I buck back into him without shame. One of his hands leaves my face and meets my ass, helping me to move against him. He moans into my mouth, causing me to do the same. His sounds are heavenly. I’m completely lost in him. I fist his long hair in my hands, really throwing my hips into his, expressing noises in a way that sound so fucking weird to my ears, but good to let out. “Shit,” Bash growls as his hand on my face trails to my neck and jaw. He holds me a little more forcefully and I find that I like it. I’m beginning to crave that dare he gets in his eyes, begging me to keep asking for more.

I couldn’t stop demanding more of him if I tried.

His hand on my ass sneaks up to the top of my pants and unbuttons them. He’s only done it once before and yet I can’t imagine any other boy ever doing this to me.

Only Bash.

I only ever want Sebastian Cox.

Sebastian:

“Hurry up,” she commands and I’m laughing instantly, surprised. She’s squirming below me, unknowingly trying to gain friction on her clit. She’s sofuckingsexy. And I get to fucking eat her out.

“I’m gonna take your pants off, Lina Girl,” I narrate, just to ensure her comfort. I want to give her ample opportunity to stop if she feels uncomfortable. But judging by the way she’s humping me every chance she gets, she seems to be enjoying this just as much as I am. She lifts her hips, helping me to undress her. I feel a zing through my balls as her thighs expose themselves, followed by her knees, and finally her calves and ankles. She’s wearing red, lace panties and it takes everything in me not to blow my load right here and now looking at those fucking things.

For a girl who never lets anyone fuck her, she certainly cares about her underwear.

My fingers stray immediately, rubbing all over her hips and legs. She’s watching me, staring right into my soul as I look back at her, all of the love I’m feeling for her radiating from my fingertips. I bend her knees and set her feet flat against the mattress. I don’t pull them apart yet. I want her to be begging for it and I can see the anxiety in her eyes warring with the sensations I’m pulling from her body. She’s never been this open with anyone. I want her to know she’s ok to be herself. That she’s safe with me tonight.

I’m glad I waited as I see the shift in her eyes. She takes a breath, her bravery returning as she opens her knees slightly herself. I take the invitation and push my torso between them, hovering over her body. We’re both doing our best to continueto breathe, but we’re both also freaking the fuck out. I know she feels what I’m feeling. This sense of urgency to come together, but also the fear that it’ll happen so fast that it’ll be over too quickly.

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