Page 111 of Worth Every Moment
He bows to kiss my inner thigh. “Good. Because I like you even more like this.” He slides what I’m sure is his cum back up to my pussy, and I can hardly draw a breath as he does it. I’m raw and a little uncomfortable, but I’d let him fuck me again right now if he wanted to. “Dripping with my cum. It’s like you belong to me.”
As he stares in wonder between my legs, I recall my words from the photo shoot.I like my mark on your skin.
This is the same thing, and I couldn’t be more grateful that the fucked up desire to claim him like he’s a piece of my property is reciprocated.
He wipes me tenderly with fresh tissues, throws them in the bin across the room in a perfect drop shot, and sits up. “I’ll run you a bath. I’ll get housekeeping to change the sheets while we’re in there.”
“We?”
He gives me an unabashed smile. “Yeah,we. We’re a thing now, Lefroy. I’m getting in the tub with you.”
I laugh and his gorgeous smile breaks over his face before he kisses me again.
He pulls back. “Pinch me.”
“What?”
“Pinch me. I need to know I’m not dreaming.”
I pinch him hard on the arm, but rather than wince or yelp, he lets out a satisfied groan and says, “Oh, thank God. This is one dream I don’t want to wake up from.”
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Iam done for.
Absolutely right royally fucked. I love her, and I have to lose her.
I didn’t think I could love Erica more than I did, but when I looked her in the eyes as she came, the orgasm that overtook me was so fucking intense, it felt as though I could have kept coming for days, pumping her full of cum until there was nothing left of me at all.
Sex has always been meaningless. I’ve kept it that way deliberately, and there was a moment when looking at Erica felt like standing on the edge of the abyss. I wasn’t sure I wanted to go down there. I thought it might kill me, but it turns out that what’s in the abyss is bliss, connection, completeness.Love. The whole fucking Hallmark card aisle shit.
I feel like a changed man. The only problem is that I have to marry someone else.Maybe I could tell my dad to go fuck himself. I could explain to Erica that any photos of me soliciting underage call girls are fake. Maybe she’d understand. Maybeshe’d come and visit me in prison after they locked me up on trumped up charges.
A chill seeps through my flesh at the thought, but I push it aside. I can’t think about that now. All that matters is Erica.
I’m waiting outside the bathroom to give her a moment alone in there, but when I hear the bath running I knock on the door, wait for her to give me the all clear, and enter. She’s leaning over the tub, glorious in her nakedness.I cannot believe this is happening.
“I was gonna do that for you,” I say, staring at the steaming water.
She shrugs. “I was already in here.”
I stride to the loo and put the seat up.
“Woah.” Erica stares at me. “You’re going to pee?”
I frown, gaze bouncing from her to the loo. I’ve never pissed in front of a woman before. All those one night stands, and I never did this. I am way too comfortable already. “Do you mind? I always pee after sex. I normally have to wait a while so it doesn’t shoot all over the place, but yeah. I was going to.”
“But I’m standing right here.”
She looks so appalled that I can’t help myself when I say, totally calm, “You want me to pee on you instead?”
She gasps, then reads the joke on my face and starts to laugh. “Maybe.”
I shake my head, a smile still on my lips. “I really need to go, so you can either watch, or you can step outside.”
She eyes me up and down, pauses a moment, then sits on the edge of the bath. “I’ll watch.”
