Page 20 of Lonesome Man
“Tell me you love me,” he finally said, his big body shaking now as he slid two fingers deep inside me, making me gasp.
I whimpered, my heart slamming wildly in my chest. I did. I did love him, but I couldn’t say it. I couldn’t say the words, because there would be no taking them back. He wouldn’t know they were real, but I’d know, and if I said them, how could I leave him? How could I leave him alone again?
I tried to spread wider for him, but my tights and underwear just above my knees stopped me. “Please,” I gasped out again.
He yanked his fingers from me and slapped my pussy. I cried out and squeezed my thighs together as tightly as I could, moaning when I almost came.
“Say it,” he said, his voice rough, broken. “I need to hear you say it, Libby. Tell me you love me.”
More tears slid down my cheeks. I was close to falling apart. My emotions were all over the place, my heart was breaking, while it pumped full at the same time. He loved me, but I could never have him, not now, not after this. Not after hurting him the way I had, then coming here and lying to him, keeping the truth from him.
“Say it,” he said again, louder, a demand.
He needed it, he needed that from me, I heard it in the desperation in his voice.
He brought his hand down on my ass one more time. “I love you,” I cried out, jolting against him, the words forced from deep within me.
He released a ragged breath and lifted me, planting me on the floor on my hands and knees, then Tucker was behind me, the head of his cock pressed against my opening.
“Say it again,” he rasped.
I dragged in a shudder, biting back another sob. “I love you.”
He slammed inside me, and I came instantly, screaming his name. Tucker didn’t slow, he fucked me so hard my arms gave out.
“My precious little wife, my perfect Libby,” he said roughly. “I love you. I fucking love you.” He groaned as he thrust into me over and over, deep and hard, claiming me in a way I didn’t know was possible, in a way I felt branded from it—that I would never recover from.
He didn’t slow, didn’t let up, and I came again with a desperate moan, spasming around his relentless cock.
“That’s it, that’s it, darlin’,” he groaned. “Take it, take it all. Gonna put a baby in that soft belly, then you won’t leave, then you won’t ever leave me.”
I whimpered. “Please, I need to feel you coming inside me.”
Tucker growled and cursed, then slammed in so deep, he forced the air from my lungs. His cock throbbed heavily, filling me, and he didn’t stop his brutal thrusts until he was completely spent.
I lay beneath him, gasping, trying to catch my breath, my mind spinning and my body humming. My ass was hot and tingling, and my pussy was sensitive and still lightly pulsing.
Tucker ran his hand down my back and over my bottom, then he cursed. “Are you okay?” he choked out. “Ruth? Shit, are you all right?”
He’d scared himself. I heard it in his voice. “I’m good,” I said as he wrapped his arms around me and lifted me off the floor. “I promise,” I said and watched as his eyes widened on my face.
I knew without looking that my mouth was dark and puffy from biting my lips when he spanked me, and I could only guess that my eyes were red and puffy like the rest of my face from crying.
“I made you cry,” he said, sounding horrified. “Fuck, what you told me about your father…what he did…I didn’t mean to?—”
I pressed my fingers to his lips. “Yes, I cried, but not because you hurt me.” Not physically, anyway. The truth hurts, and Tuck had hammered home the truth of what I’d done. “The scene, it was intense, that’s all.”
“I hit you. Your ass is red, my handprint?—”
I stopped him again. “I liked being spanked, and I liked the way you took me, don’t you dare think otherwise. I consented because I wanted it too. I think”—I looked into his haunted eyes—“that what we just did was somehow healing for you.”
His Adam’s apple slid up and down his throat and he nodded.
I gave him a soft smile and held the side of his face, my palm against his beard, and slid my thumb over the smooth skin of his cheek above it. “Well, it was for me as well.”
“It was?” he asked roughly, hopefully.
“I think I needed that as much as you did.” He had no idea how much.
