Page 41 of If You Could Only Imagine
It was like a symphony in my fucking ears.
Reaching down, I made quick work of my pants while I still had her supported against the wall, and the second my dick sprang free, I worked my way inside her wet, dripping heat. Fuck. I want to be wrapped up in her pussy every minute of every fucking day.
Holding her thighs in my hands, I started ramming into her, loving the sound of her back hitting the wall. “Mine,” I hissed. “This pussy is mine, baby. You don’t get a say anymore.”
“Yesss…” she breathed, bouncing harder on my cock. “Yours.”
“And everybody’s going to fucking know it, Denise,” I growled. “No more hiding.”
“Oh, God,” she whimpered, really bouncing on my dick, trying to hit that wave.
“Say it,” I barked. I was done playing games. She was mine, and she was just going to have to find a way to get over her hang-ups.
“No more hiding,” she agreed, and I suddenly felt like a goddamn king. This must have been what it felt like the second Mason declared Shane to be a Buchanan.
I slammed into Denise’s hot, tight cunt harder and deeper, and I couldn’t stop what I was feeling. “I love you,” I grunted in her ear, knowing damn well this is not how women want to hear the first declaration of love, but not being able to help myself, nonetheless.
“Oh, God,” she mewled, her cunt contracting around my cock, her liquid heat flooding out all around my dick. “Oh, Aiden…”
My fingers dug into her flesh and I held her captive as I crashed into her, making the pictures on the wall rattle. “I fucking love you, Denise,” I repeated, giving up on any sort of romance of the moment. “I love you and I’m going to live inside this perfect pussy of yours.”
“Aiden!” Her cunt clamped over me and her body started to shake. I fucked her through her tremors, and it wasn’t a few seconds later, and I was with her, riding the high.
Our heavy breathing was the only thing that could be heard in the entire apartment and I stayed lodged inside her until my dick softened and our releases eased me out of her body.
With her towel being a thing of the past, I finally lowered her onto her feet, and she stood before me gloriously naked and looking thoroughly fucked.
I was halfway to removing my clothes when she finally found her voice. “Mi…Michael came to see me,” she said, her eyes raking over me as I undressed. I loved that I fucked her deep and hard enough to make her stutter. That’s what I wanted to do with this woman for the rest of my life. Fuck her so good, she’d always be an incoherent mess afterwards.
My pants were already being kicked off my feet when I said, “Yeah?”
She bit her bottom lip, still ogling me. “Yeah,” she replied.
I stood before her just as naked as she was, with all kinds of ideas of how I planned on taking her, running through my head. However, I did my best to focus on what she was saying. “And?”
Her eyes finally found mine. “He said I’m in love with you,” she blurted out.
If my heart wasn’t already racing as a result of our earlier excursions, it was certainly racing now. “Yeah?” I was not going to lead this conversation. She already knew how I felt. It was her turn to lay her cards on the table.
Her beautiful head nodded. “He said I had to be in love with you for me to let you…take me over like you have.” I remained silent as her she stretched up on her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around my neck. “And I’m pretty sure he’s right,” she said, her words feathering against my skin. “I love you, Aiden.”
Chapter 23
Denise~
My sweaty body laid sprawled out over Aiden’s in its final attempt at life.
After I told him I loved him, he had carried me into the bedroom where we continued to worship each other long into the late hours of the night. Nothing had been left to the imagination and Aiden made sure I cried out how much I loved him with every orgasm he gave me.
“Aiden?”
“Hmm?” His hand was running up and down over my back as my cheek rested against his chest.
“I’m still four years older than you, mixed with no social standing, whatsoever, and an employee of BI, who works for a living,” I mumbled. I wanted him to realize that my issues-while not as severe any longer-still existed to some extent.
He was quiet for a bit before saying, “Women outlive men anyway. Our children are going to be gorgeous with their mixed heritages. And they’re going to have the best uncles and aunt in the world. And are you actually an employee of Buchanan Industries if you’re a Buchanan?”
My body jerked across his in an uncontrollable laugh. I loved that he could joke about it because his ease with my issues made them less…serious. He made them seem simple and manageable. “I’m not a Buchanan,” I pointed out.
