Page 120 of Never Kiss and Tell

And fuck, does it feel good.

“So fucking tight,” I rasp, easing back in, giving her more of me. “You’re squeezing me like a glove.”

I work myself into her slowly, barely holding onto my self-control so I don’t hurt her. She stretches around me, her eyes pinched together.

“Relax, baby,” I tell her, leaning down and nipping at the flesh over the pulse point in her neck. I reach between us and roll her clit in slow, even circles that match the thrust of my hips and her look of pain turns to one of lust.

“God, it feels like you’re ripping me in half,” she breathes, digging her nails into my shoulder.

I work her up to a steady rhythm, building pressure as I continue my assault on her clit. I manage to work myself inside her until there’s nothing left of me to give and my muscles vibrate from holding myself back for so long.

“Charlie, harder,” she groans, tugging at the hardened peaks of her nipples. It’s enough to take my breath away and I move faster, pushing her harder. I’m barely holding onto my self-control. It takes everything I have to not fuck her as hard as I can.

She’s begging for it, begging me to fuck her harder, faster, but I know she can’t take it. Not this time. We’ll have to work her up to it, because I’ll fucking lose my mind if this is the last time.

In a rush to stave off my impending orgasm, I grip her hips in my hands and flip her until she’s on her hands and knees. When I spear back into her, she lurches forward on the bed, placing both hands to the headboard to right herself.

“I’m going to come, Bailey,” I pant. “I need you to come first.”

“Oh God,” she moans when this new angle allows me to slip deeper inside her.

Her ass tightens around me and I feverishly work her clit. She’s moving her hips back to meet my thrusts now, practically crying from pleasure.

“Please . . . please . . . please . . .” she begs over again over again, burying her face in the pillow below her.

“Come on, baby. Come for me.”

Then everything tightens around me and she stills, her body going ridged below mine. Her ass clenching down on me when she comes is enough to send me over the edge.

“Fuck.” I come harder than I ever have before, biting my tongue to keep from cursing loud enough the entire town can hear me.

Bailey shudders below me when I come back to Earth and Igently ease myself out of her. She collapses on to her belly, her head on the pillow. Sweat dots her brow and I plant kisses along her jaw.

“God, I feel like I could sleep for weeks now.”

I chuckle, sliding out of bed to get a washcloth. I clean her as gently as possible so I don’t hurt her.

“Was it good or bad?” I ask, tossing the rag in the laundry hamper.

Her eyes meet mine, watching me as I slip into bed beside her. She looks tired, her eyes drooping.

“Good. Thank you . . . for, you know.”

I raise a brow at her. “Giving you the best anal experience of your life?”

She shakes her head, but smiles. I know I’m the only one she wants to remember. If that gave her something, helped her forget anything, I’ll do it a hundred times more until she doesn’t remember a single fucking thing about that night.

“Can we make breakfast tomorrow?” She asks, her voice sleepy.

My lips quirk and I bend down, placing a kiss to her lips.

“I think I can clear my schedule.”

“Good. Will you hold me?”

I reach for her and she buries her head in my shoulder It’s not long before I hear the deep, slow sounds of her breathing. I look at her, drinking her in. I don’t know how much time I have left with her, but I know it can’t be long.

Sooner or later, she’s going to hate me and these happy memories will be a thing of the past.

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