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She shakes her head. “No. I want you inside me. I want to feel you. I want to be with you, Robbie.Onlyyou.”
Shit. Her words catch me off guard, and I pull back to get a good look at her.
“Only me?” My voice cracks with an unfamiliar emotion I wasn’t prepared to feel as I search her eyes.
“Only you.”
I swear I feel my heart swell in my chest, taking up so much of the space that I find it hard to breathe right now. I slam my lips against hers in a kiss so full of something I’ve never experienced before, it’s heady and dizzying.
Lifting her knee, I open her a little wider, moving my hips and pressing the head of my cock against her center. And in one smooth motion, I sink into her, all the way, pausing to adjust.
“Oh, Robbie,” she utters, her voice tight and broken.
“You feel so good, baby,” I groan. “Your pussy fits me perfectly. So tight, so wet, so fucking hot. Like my cock was made just for you.”
She moans at my words, her nails dragging down over my shoulders, my back, all the way to my ass where she grips me tight, urging me to move. And I do move. I pull almost all the way out before pushing straight back in.
With every thrust of my hips, Fran meets me with fervor, wrapping her legs around me as I drive up and into her, my arms locked on either side of her head, caging her in, my tongue dancing with hers. We’re so close. Closer than I have ever been with any woman. And it’s like nothing I’ve felt before. Sex has never been like this. This is perfection. Like being with Fran is where I’m meant to be.
“Robbie, I’m already so close,” Fran sobs, pulling away from our kiss, her head sinking back into the pillows.
I bury my face into the crook of her neck, breathing her in, kissing and licking and sucking her skin. “So fucking perfect.”
When her pussy flutters, her walls clench around me, her back arches off the bed, and I know she’s right there on the edge, ready to fall over. I lift up, pulling her knee higher, driving into her and hitting her so deep, her tits bouncing with every determined thrust.
“Ah, shit, I’m coming,” she chokes out.
“Look at me.”
Her eyes meet mine as her orgasm tears through her, and I know in this very moment, from this day forth, I am officially ruined for any other woman.
I continue ruthlessly, my balls tightening as white-hot bliss ignites and sears through my veins.
“Fuck.” My body shudders and then I still, deep inside Fran’s perfect pussy, my cock pulsing. “I’m coming, baby. I’m fucking… coming. Oh fuck. Shit.”
My release takes everything out of me, and it’s like a fucking awakening. Depleted, I sink down onto Fran, careful not to crush her. But she holds me there, tight, as if she loves the feel of my body on hers, like she can’t bear to let me go.
Our breaths are ragged, bodies trembling, skin slick with sweat. I catch a much needed breath, pulling back to look at her, and when I meet her gaze, I feel something wrap around my heart like a vise. Her eyes are dazed in that sated, thoroughly fucked way, but there’s something else—something else that touches me in a place no one has dared venture before. And in this moment, without uttering a single word, I know. I just know.
Fran Keller is it for me. She’s the one. I’m stupidly, head over heels in love. With Fran fucking Keller.
CHAPTER 41
FRAN
Idon’t think I’ve stopped smiling since I left Robbie’s apartment this morning. It’s still plastered on my face hours later while at work. Our night last night was something else, that’s for sure.
I’ve never experienced making love before. It’s always been just sex. But last night, while I looked into Robbie’s eyes as I fell apart, as he came inside of me, that was love making.I’m sure of it. Robbie and I made love last night. And then, after that, we showered together, and we did some unimaginably filthy things that fully negate the effects of a shower, but it was so hot. I’ve never had anyone eat out my ass before. It’s not something I thought I’d ever consider, let alone enjoy, but I’ve found myself squirming today with the need to do it again. It has to be said; everyone should enjoy ass play at least once in their lifetime.
After last night, there’s no doubt about it; things have definitely changed between Robbie and me. We both confessed that whatever this thing is between us is no longer fake. And I’m not sure what that means, or where we go from here, but this morning, when he stood behind me with his arms wrapped around my middle, chin resting on my shoulder, grinning at mein the mirror while I brushed my teeth, it was totally relationship-y, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like it.
“Oh, fuck off… as if we don’t deal with enough Downtown dickheads,” Vera mutters.
“Hmm?” I’m pulled from my reverie, unable to look up from the POS system.
“Good evening, ladies.”
I grimace, my spine stiffening at the sound of the all too familiar voice coming from behind me. What the fuck? I slam the cash drawer shut and spin around, my face stony as I meet Tadd’s smarmy smirk from across the counter.
