Page 29 of On a Fault Line

He might think we need a contract to keep the lines from being blurred, but that’s too late. They are blurred. From the moment we both realized just how much we are attracted to one another, the line was crossed, and that was long before our signatures were pressed into a piece of paper.

Now there’s no looking back. I can’t go back to my life before Collins Stone forced his way into it, because I’m irrevocably changed because of him. He doesn’t even realize the impact he has had thus far on my life, but it’s only because I don’t want to mess up the good thing we have going on here.

Collins has sparked a joy inside me that I haven’t experienced since before Mark Tanner destroyed my life. And even then, I’m not quite sure I was ever really happy.

Sure, I’ve always had a good life, with the luxury of a family who loves me unconditionally and the financial resources that sustain me, but it was always missing something—someone—to fill the void.

“You are glowing,” he says softly, almost reverently.

My lips curl into a smile. “I’d call it postorgasmic bliss. You wore me out last night.”

His hand slides down to between my legs, and I revel at the feel of his attentive fingers on my bare pussy. “Good. Then I’ll wear you out again.”

“Promise?”

“Yes. And I’m a man of my word.”

“That you are.”

Bending my knee up, I angle my hips to grant him better access. Pressing my head back into the pillow, my eyes squeeze shut as Collins lazily explores my body, which is ironic because he is learning it better than I have in the twenty-two years I’ve had with it.

Collins slides a finger into me, pressing it against my inner walls. “Are you sore?”

“Mm-hmm,” I moan my affirmation. “But not more than usual.”

Hovering over me, he bends down to nibble at my neck.

Reaching down, I wrap my fingers around most of his cock, enjoying the groan vibrating out of Collins’s throat at my touch.

“Are you too sore”—he clears his throat—“to come all over my cock?”

My eyes pop open. “No.”

Collins chuckles, pulling out his finger to pinch at my clit. The contrast in sensations causes me to buck upward and lose hold of him.

“That’s because you are so greedy for something to fill you up, even if it hurts a little. Aren’t you?”

I pause, which only earns another pinch. “Yes…” The word comes out as a hiss.

Taking his cock, Collins grinds against me where his hand once was, coating himself in the natural lubrication that has leaked out of me just from anticipation alone. Then with a thrust forward, he enters me without any prelude, stretching me to what feels like max capacity.

And I know without a doubt that in just a few hours, I’ll be deliciously sore again and not have a single regret.

My lips open in a gasp that gets swallowed by his mouth clamping onto me in a possessive kiss. I silently wonder if I’ll ever get used to his size or if it will take me all of the one hundred days to not react like it’s our first time together.

Rocking forward, Collins hitsthespot, and I let out a string of curse words. Grabbing onto the back of him, I hold on tight while he pounds into me until we both explode.

Panting, I wiggle underneath him so he can move a little to give me easier access to air. “I need to breathe.”

Rolling over, Collins takes me with him so I’m splayed on top of him like a weighted blanket. “I guess I’ll allow that.”

“Gee. Thanks,” I joke. “I’m never going to want to leave this bed when you make it so worth the stay.”

He flips me over to my side so we are both facing each other. “Staying buried in your pussy does sound like a great way to spend the rest of the day.”

“We’ve spent more than just a day like this. We’re going to have to stop being hermits sometime. And I need to check in at the office later this morning.”

Kissing along the side of my neck, Collins makes a trail down to my breasts, and instantly I stop worrying about the outside world.

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