Page 19 of Tempted to Rebel

Celia blushes, her face as warm as her thighs. I cup her rosy cheeks and pull her down on top of me for an earth-shattering kiss, groaning into her mouth when she lets me in.She lets me in.Fuck, I never thought kissing Celia could get any better, but this moment proves me wrong.

Everything about the way I’m feeling proves the rest of the goddamn world wrong—having a girlfriend cradle your fucking ballsack and praise you for the mega load you’re about to deliver is so delicious, I might never go back to whatever I was doing before, because clearly, I was living life with my glass half empty. Now, all I wanna do is ensure that no matter what, I fill that bad boy up until it overflows.

Starting with the gorgeous woman in front of me..

I gasp for air when she goes for my throat, nipping my Adam’s apple and giggling, still too in her head, still a little shy, uncertain about what to do with her hands or how to be the one in charge.

“Have you ever done this before? On top?”

She stills, her heart beating like a drum, loud enough that I can hear it. “Once.” Sighing into my ear, she presses her tits against my chest, the lace of her bra catching on my skin, on all the scars she has yet to ask about.

When she does, I’ll tell her how hot the fire burned, but the flames of Hell don’t compare to how hot she makes me.

Yeah, that’s a dumb line.

But when she’s like this, with all her delicate skin on display, trembling with every touch of my hands on her body, I don’t care how stupid it sounds.

Everything she makes me feel is real, from the frustration that boils in my gut to the visceral agony tearing its way through my flesh, down to the harsh sinew of my bones, the jagged cut of my teeth and the burning fire in my blood, all the way back up to the heavy pump of my heart, covering my soul in her softness, her glow. All the rough parts of me turn gentle in her hands, and she doesn’t even realize it.

Sometimes, she makes me believe that if the fire had never happened and I was a regular guy with a regular job, I could have made her happy in the kind of way she always wanted. We would have fit together without friction, without all the tension and bickering and uncertainty, because we both would know thatthis feels rightfrom the start.

Neither of us would run. Or fight. Or bleed. We’d have this seamless connection right from the start.

I bury my hand in her hair and press my nose against her temple, breathing in the delicate scent of her soap mingling with the tang of her sweat. I don’t like to think of her screwing other men, but I have to ask, “Was he good to you?” I pray that she says no, that I’ll get the chance to be her first good thing in this position. A memory she’ll hold onto forever.

Her throat clicks on a swallow. “Um… I think so. Sort of.”

That’s notnearlygood enough. My heart soars as the possibility of being her first good lay like this materializes before my eyes. I can taste it, like honey mixed with wildfire. “What do you mean?”

“I came,” she admits softly, “but it wasn’t really…” Her lips twist against my skin. “Like I imagined it would be.”

I dig my fingertips into her hips to keep myself from moving too fast, because fuck, do I wanna move fast. But this feelsimportant, and the confident woman who called me hergood boyisn’t here right now. “Tell me how you imagined it.” I scratch her scalp, and she relaxes, melting on top of me.

Better.

She exhales slowly. “I don’t know, I thought I would feel powerful, I guess.”

“Why didn’t you?” There’s no reason she shouldn’t have been in charge while on top. Unless the guy was an asshole—or trying to come really fast—but the two aren’t mutually exclusive. I mean, even if Idofuck her from the bottom, she’s gonna have me begging for her to sink that slick pussy down over me harder, faster?—

“He doesn’t really give me room to breathe.”

Present tense, not past, like the man in question is still around.

Blood pumps heavy as iron through my veins as I piece together the only possible man that could be—my piece of shit older brother.The fucking cunt, ruining everything. Destroying my girl’s confidence. Did he put her on top only to shove his dick inside of her too fast? For fuck’s sake.

In the end, what he did or didn’t do with her doesn’t matter, because I’m going to fix it.

Tilting Celia’s head back, I meet her eyes. “You don’t have to feel that way with me.” I press my palm against her chest and take a deep breath, grateful that she mirrors the movement. “Just breathe, baby. You can trust me.”

God, I hope that’s true.

She bites her lip again, and I steal a gentle kiss, pressing of those perfect lips to mine and licking into her mouth when she sighs, loosening up even more for me. Once I’m confident that she’s ready, I lay back and lift my arms over my head. Gripping the headrest tightly, I commit not to touch her unless she asksfor it. I nod. “Go for it, baby. Ride me. Do whatever makes you feel good.”

It takes her a minute to get comfortable. First, she pulls my pants down until she can sit on my thighs without touching the zipper, then she takes off her bra so that her mouth-watering tits spill free, and finally, she pulls one of her legs out from her red lace panties, leaving them wrapped around her other knee.

Fuckme.

My cock twitches, aching and impatient. We never cleaned up the cum from the hand job, so it’s smeared across my stomach and all over my cock. I can see it glistening on Celia’s knuckles.God, she touched herself with that hand while removing her clothes. My cum is probably all over her skin, marking every inch of her as mine.

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