Page 85 of Every Broken Promise
“So fucking pretty,” I praised her as I held on to her hips right where I promised I would, and I brought her down so she would be the perfect height for me.
“I wanted this for so long,” I confessed as I lined myself up with her. The tip of my cock nudged her pussy, and Astrid bit her lip once more, biting back a needy moan.
“Tyler,” she whispered my name like a prayer.
In one thrust, I was inside of her.
There were no words to describe the way she felt wrapped around my dick. It was like being lost and finally finding the missing piece I was looking for. This right here was fucking heaven for me.
“So good,” she breathed.
I pulled back out then thrust back in, watching the way her tits swayed with the movement.
“Fucking perfect for me,” I told her as I began to fuck her faster.
All Astrid could do was hold on to my arms as she whimpered and moaned. If someone came to the auto shop, there would be no way I would have heard them.
All I could see was Astrid, and if that was what I saw for the rest of my life, I would die a happy man.
“God, just like that,” she moaned as her nails dug into my skin. She was marking me, and I would wear her scratches like a fucking badge of honor.
I began to fuck her faster and harder. Her pussy clamped down on me like a fucking vise. She was going to come soon, and she would be taking me with her.
“You like it hard and fast, beautiful? Do you want to feel me tomorrow?” Her pussy got even wetter at my words.
“I’m going to come so deep inside of you, baby. I want my cum dripping out of you.”
“Ty,” she cried.
“I’m yours, beautiful, and you were always meant to be mine.”
I don’t know if it was the angle or my words, but her pussy began to milk me dry.
“Fuck, beautiful. Your pussy wants every last drop of my cum,” I groaned against her neck.
In that moment, I felt lighter than I had in years. It was more than emptying my ball sack from years of pent-up frustration.
I felt at peace in a way that I could only feel when Astrid Hart was with me. Except this wasn’t that familial feeling; this was more. This was something that made that void disappear. I wanted to stay like this, to cherish and protect her.
I wanted everything with her—and those thoughts didn’t terrify me.
It was quiet. All I could feel was the rise and fall of her chest as her breathing evened out.
“I have to go,” Astrid blurted.
I stilled.
I was still inside of her, and she wanted to leave already.
“Beautiful,” I attempted to placate her.
“I really have to go.”
My jaw went rigid, and I got up, and the only thing that made me cool my anger was the look on her face. Confusion was written all over her features, but what hurt was the moisture in her eyes.
“Beautiful,” I tried again, and this time my voice was softer.
Astrid reached for her shirt and put it on without her bra, and when she got up, we both heard the sound of splattered cum when it landed on the floor. Her face instantly flamed, and I had to bite back a smile. She quickly put her pants on and she reached for her thong, bunching it up along with her bra.
