Page 135 of Zero Chance

Not fast enough we weren’t.He was driving me insane.“Aren’t you the one who couldn’t wait to savor anything and only wanted to pound into me a few minutes ago?”I demanded, irritated by his one-eighty.

But he only shook his head.“That was before I actually sank inside you.Now that I’m here…” He shook his head and let out a low whistle, shuddering when he paused deep.“Darlin’, there are just some places that are so sacred that banging it with the same force you’d use on an uncooperative ketchup bottle should be forbidden.”

Gritting my teeth in frustration, I grabbed his ears and forced him to look me in the eyes.“Keene Dugger, if you don’t pound me like a ketchup bottle in the next two seconds, I’m kicking you off this couch and taking care of myself.”

His eyes flared with interest over that threat, and a grin took over his face.“Yes, Mistress,” he whispered, and he shoved into me with enough force to make me cry out.

“Oh, God.”Clutching his ass with nothing but nails, I hissed, “Yes,” and I bowed up to meet each thrust.“Yes.”

Pleasure spiraled, thickening with each plunge, and both of our breaths quickened until he cursed and surged deeper, gripped by a fury.Our frantic breathing filled the room, broken up by a few groans until I gasped, overtaken.My nerve endings shattered, and my body contracted around his.

Keene choked out a desperate sound, and his mouth attacked mine, his tongue surging as he began to come seconds after me.

He took my mouth over and over again as we ignited, and he didn’t stop until we’d both finished.Only then did he tear his lips away so he could press a tender kiss to my brow.And finally, he collapsed on top of me, bracing one forearm next to my head to keep from giving me the full force of his weight.

“Holy shit,” he said into my ear, panting hard.“Holy shit.”

Pleased by how startled and surprised he seemed, I wound my arms around him and hugged him to me, delighting over the warm press of his flesh and the solid feel of his muscles under my arms.

He huffed out an amused sound at my insistence to cuddle, but he willingly obliged, smoothing a hand up my arms and burying his fingers in my hair as he ran his nose along the side of my neck and hugged me back.

Smiling, I closed my eyes briefly, committing this moment to memory before I opened my lashes to notice an inspirational quote written on a poster on the wall next to the door.

It said

Laugh Hard, Heal Harder

in huge, blaring font with a small quote underneath from Kevin Hart that read,

Laughter heals all wounds, and that's one thing that everybody shares.No matter what you're going through, it makes you forget about your problems.

Cupping the back of Keene’s head until his hair spiked around my fingers, I focused on those words and held onto the man still inside me, honored he’d chosen me, that it was finallymytime with him.

When I’d last craved special attention from someone and gotten it, it had wrecked my entire life.But I knew this would be different.This time, it would patch all the broken pieces inside me back together, and Keene’s infectious smiles and laughter and buoyant energy would heal me.

He would wipe away everything bad that had ever happened to me.I knew it in my bones.

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WAVERLY

Ihad no idea how long we stayed there, twined as one and basking in the feel of each other.I could tell he hadn’t passed out because his hands were always moving, always searching for a new place he hadn’t yet touched.

Finally, he let out a reluctant groan and said, “I’m not ready to get up yet.”

“Then don’t.”I gently ran my nails through his hair and along his scalp, deliberately tempting him to stay.

He shuddered and tightened his arms around me, claiming, “Evil woman.We have to get up.We need to clean ourselves.I need to get out of you.It’s not good for you if I stay in there too long.”I didn’t complain as he pulled free of me and sat up.

I merely shook my head and murmured, “Whatever you say, Dr.Dugger.You know what’s best.”

He rolled his eyes over my teasing, only to point and grin at me.“I do.A healthy pussy is a happy pussy.”

With a snort, I felt myself flush before admitting, “Trust me.She’s happy.”

Heat filled his eyes.“Hell, yes, she is,” he murmured and leaned down to press a sweet, playful kiss just above the juncture between my legs.“My woman’s pussy is going to be the happiest pussy on the planet.”

Not at all used to hearing him lay claim to me, I merely shook my head, sitting up when he stood and moved to the trash to remove his condom.

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