Page 128 of Say Yes to the Nemesis
When he finally settles between my thighs, I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. Then he’s pushing inside me in one smooth thrust.
We both groan at the sensation. He’s so thick, stretching me perfectly, filling me completely.
“Fuck, you feel incredible,” he gasps. “So tight and wet for me.”
He starts to move, setting a rhythm that’s deep and hard and perfect. Each thrust hits the spot inside me that makes me see stars. I can already feel another orgasm building.
“Harder,” I beg. “Fuck me harder.”
He complies, driving into me with a force that makes the headboard slam against the wall. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, along with our moans and gasps.
“You like that?” he growls. “You like when I fuck you hard?”
“Yes! God, yes! Don’t stop!”
He reaches between us to rub my clit with his thumb. I nearly scream at the added stimulation.
“Come for me,” he commands. “Come on my cock.”
I do, exploding around him with a force that surprises us both. My pussy clenches around him rhythmically. He curses as he follows me over the edge, spilling himself inside the condom with a hoarse shout.
We collapse together, hearts racing, skin slick with sweat. I trace lazy patterns on his chest while he plays with my hair.
“You’re incredible,” he whispers against my skin. “Perfect.”
“Not perfect.”
“Perfect for me.”
The words make my heart skip. We lie tangled together, hearts racing, skin damp with sweat.
“That was…” I start.
“Yeah.”
“We’re in so much trouble.”
He tightens his arms around me. “Worth it.”
“Elena’s going to know something happened.”
“Probably.”
I prop myself up to look at him. “And you’re okay with all that?”
He reaches up to cup my face, his thumb stroking across my cheekbone. “For you? I’m okay with anything.”
The show is nearly over. I’m almost at the end of this journey. I should feel strong. Instead, all I can think is, what if I’m still just the girl nobody picks?
The sincerity in his voice makes my chest tight. I want to tell him I feel the same way, that I’d risk everything for this, for him. But the words stick in my throat.
Instead, I kiss him again, pouring everything I can’t say into the touch of my lips against his. He kisses me back just as fiercely. I know he understands.
But what if he crushes my heart by accident?
thirty-five
RYAN
