Page 108 of The Proposal Pact
She shrugs. “Because I’m on birth control. And I trust you.”
I should feel elation over the fact that she’s on birth control. Instead, those last two words set my insides ablaze. She trusts me…
Trusts. Me.
What have I done to deserve it?
What have I done to deserveher?
I watch her. Search her eyes for a lie or a joke or…anything. But instead, I only see the truth.
She trusts me.
Unable to control my own feelings, I roll to the side, and cupping her cheek I kiss her, throwing my leg over her, I bring her into my embrace that Sophie returns, kissing me back.
It’s softer, sweeter than the kisses we shared before.
It’s…more.
Fuck, this is a bad idea. Horrible, dangerous, bad idea. But even before we had sex, I knew I was lying to myself. I knew once would never be enough with her.
Going without it for sixteen years wasn’t a problem for me. Not one day. Until her. And now I can’t seem to keep my hands off her. Or my cock. After one taste, I want more. So, so much more.
I break our kiss and look into her brown eyes, intent on claiming something I don’t deserve. Something I know is not enough but is all Icanclaim.
“We’re married,” I state.
“Yeah.”
“For a whole year.”
“Mm-hmm. You just said that.”
“Maybe we can enjoy the benefits of it for the time being.”
“Uh-huh.”
“It’s just sex, Sophie. Nothing else. Just physical need between you and me. You feel it too, don’t you?”
“Just sex. Yes, yes. We can do that.”
“Sophie?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m gonna fuck you again now,” I announce, and without waiting for her response, lift up her leg slightly and slide my already hard cock inside her pussy still dripping with my cum.
“Theè mou, Clover,” she moans and kisses me as I fuck her slow but hard.
Sophie falls asleep before I can pull out of her, but that happens to be very convenient for when I decide to take her once more in the middle of the night chanting the words “It’s just sex” inside my head every time I thrusted into her or felt her lips on mine.
I’ve never sold bigger bullshit to myself and called it ice cream, but fuck, it tastes too sweet to resist.
I’m well aware that sooner or later, this dangerous game of toeing the line might blow up in my face and lead to a place I cannot visit. I’m aware. I just seem to care less and less every day.
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