Page 90 of The Last Love Story
“Let’s go,” she whispers, leaning in close to him.
He wraps his hand tightly around hers, and with a wave, they leave the bar.
I turn back to Jade, who smiles up at me. “Does that mean we can go now too?”
Offering my hand, I help her out of the booth, then squeeze her ass. “It’s about damn time.”
“Yes,”Jade whines as I stroke her clit and finger her pussy.
She’s doing her nightly hand strengthening exercises. Stroking my cock.
She sucks on my neck, and my breath shudders.
“I’m close,” I groan.
“Move your fingers faster.”
I do as she asks, and a moment later, she’s pulsing around my fingers and crying out.
Shifting, I climb on top of her. This is my favorite way to finish lately.
She strokes me faster, then with her left hand, she gives my balls a little squeeze.
“Fuck,” I groan, my abs tightening.
“Come on, baby. Come all over me. Mark me. Show me who I belong to.”
“Jade… fuck…” I force my eyes open long enough to watch my cum paint her perfect tits.
She laughs as she releases me, licking the bit of my cum off her fingers.
Lying down next to her, I kiss her deeply, tasting myself on her tongue. A thrill goes through me at that. The evidence that I’ve claimed her. She’s my girl.
We break our kiss when she yawns, and with a firm slap to her ass, I send her to get cleaned up.
Quickly checking my phone, I find a text from Hallie that she’s safely back at her apartment and will message me in the morning. I have a feeling she’s not alone, but there’s security in the building there twenty-four-seven, so I’m not too worried.
Jade switches off the lamp as she climbs back into bed naked and curls her body around mine, every perfect curve molding to my hard body.
“Today was amazing. Thank you,” she murmurs, guiding me to her lips.
It would be so easy to deepen our kiss and go for round two, but she still needs to rest and heal.
“You don’t need to thank me. Seeing you happy is all I need.”
She’s quiet for a long moment as I stroke my fingers through her hair.
“Back at you,” she whispers, popping a kiss on my cheek. “Goodnight.”
“I… uh, goodnight.”
I hold her tighter, my heart slamming into my ribs. Because I almost… I wanted to say…
I love you.
The words fill my heart.
I’m not sure if I’m ready to say them yet, but I know with certainty, they’re the truth.
