Page 21 of Pool Girl - An Instalove Possessive Age Gap

Piper suddenly grips me tighter, a hard look of concentration on her face.

“Now…Will,” she gasps quickly, whimpering my name again and again, louder and louder each time as I groan her name.

I feel my own climax quickly start to rise and feel Piper stiffen and shudder under me, unable to form words, only move her lips as a smile forms on them. Her eyes close and then open again, wider than ever as she focuses on me.

“Love…” she gasps and struggling for gulps of air as her climax consumes her. I know what she’s trying to say.

“I love you Piper… and now you’re mine… all mine, forever and ever,” I rasp, feeling my own eruption collide with hers deep inside her, finding a new and sacred place between us.

One I want to visit with her every moment I can from now on.

“Mine,” I growl, pressing my forehead against hers, and feeling her hand on my heart, as she tells me what I need to hear so I can finally believe it’s actually happened.

“Yours, forever.”Chapter FifteenPiperOnce I begin to sense our surroundings again. I mean, the surroundings that aren’t us wrapped up tight like a perfect puzzle that’s solved itself, I notice the living room, the food on the floor, and my mind jolts back to reality.

Back to my dad, but still tied to Will.

Does it make me wrong, or selfish? To give myself to the man I love straight after watching my dad go to the hospital?

“No,” I hear Will murmur, reading my thoughts before he takes my face in both his hands and kisses me again.

“We’re going to look after your dad, starting tonight. As soon as they’ve had some time to admit him to the hospital, we’ll go down and see how he is, get him anything he needs,” he tells me as if he’s already thought the same thing through way before I even thought of it.

“It’s not wrong or selfish. What we’ve done, Piper, it’s destiny. You’re mine now, and I’m most definitely yours.”

I smile again at the thought.

Only earlier today, I felt like my life was going no place like I was trying to tread water but only getting sucked under.

I guess the water did pull me under, but it was Will who pulled me back up, gave me new life.

Our life.

We.

I say it to myself again, in my mind and then out loud, softly.

“That’s right,” Will agrees. “We. And we need to eat, I do anyway. I’m starving. When did you last eat?” he asks, rolling his eyes when I give him a look that tells him it wasn’t today.

Clicking his tongue, and letting himself up slowly, I reach for him again, gripping him and not wanting to go. Not realizing he’s still inside me.

“I can carry you with me,” he says with a serious face, looking like he’s really going to anyway.

But I relax, feeling like I want to just lay there on the couch while my man goes and forages for some food for us both.

Heats it up in the microwave at any rate.

The loss of not having him inside me quickly becomes a kind of longing a yearning to have him repeat everything we’ve done today.

Everyday.

It’s a thought that might have scared me or even made me think it’s was stupid yesterday… but today, with Will, I know he’s the only man, the only person I want to be with non-stop. It just feels so natural.

“You wait right there, and I’ll be back with something else hot and filling,” Will jokes and I poke my tongue out at him, painfully aware of just how hungry I am right now.

My usual trick is to not eat all day, then eat a huge amount and go straight to sleep, a habit I know I’ll have to break with Will around.

He seems so… so… so damned healthy. Balanced, and all those other things I’ve always tried to be but just never been able to stick to in my life.

Looking around while I hear Will humming to himself in the kitchen, I can’t help noticing the huge divide between his house and ours.

I don’t even know what it is he does. There’s a lot I don’t know about him, but I could bet if anyone asked him any question about me or my dad, he could give a solid answer without blinking.

“What is it you actually do again?” I ask, letting my eyes drift to his still hard arousal as he strides back in with a tray of take-out containers, some plates and forks, and knives.

“I love you, that’s what I do now,” he says, and grunts like a caveman again as he starts to open up cardboard containers, blowing on his fingers and warning me which ones are unusually hot.

I groan but end up giggling. I never thought Will could be so funny too, but he seems suddenly at ease now that he knows for sure that he has me.

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