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“Fucking hell, Ed, I love it when you say that shit to me,” I tell her while climbing up her perfect figure, pausing to kiss that goddamnXbetween her tits. “You were never there's,” I say into her skin, “You were always mine, even before I knew you, Ed, you were fucking mine,” I remind her as my covered cockrests up against her pussy. She sucks in a breath and looks up at me with these big black watery eyes, and I’m a fucking goner, forever lost at sea.
“Do you mean that?” She asks, and I bend my head to kiss her forehead in an attempt to calm her big, beautiful brain that thinks too much.
“Yeah, Ed, I do. Lettme show you.” She slowly nods yes and shifts her hips, opening herself up to me.
“You sure? You want this? You’re okay?” I need her words. I want her to hear it, and I want to hear it too.
“Quítate la ropa interior, cabrón (Take off your briefs),”she says with a look on her face that I’ll never fucking forget.
“What’s that mean?” I question just as she hooks her thumb into the waistband of my briefs and pulls the wet fabric away from my skin.Fucking. Hell.
“It means take these off.”
Listo.I’m ready.I don’t need to spend any more time thinking about it; I’m ready to feel it. I want to experience it the way everyone else does. I want a nice fucking memory, and I want it to be with him.
When I left NYC, I told myself and swore to both HecateyLilith that I wouldn’t let another disgusting man put his hands on me.Primero lo mató. I’d kill him first.
And I have. Twice now. The gangbanger in the alley wasn’t the first, and if need be, he won’t be the last. Honestly, my list should be longer; I should’ve made sure to finish off that fucking guy who attacked Evie. I only cut his ass. He deserved to die forwhat he did. Both of them. And they will, karma’s a bitch like that.
She’s also unpredictable. I never thought I’d be attracted to a man, let alone wanting one to touch me like this after all the nasty shit they’ve put me through, and yet, here we are.Literalmente, en su cama. Literally, I’m in his bed.
I never expected him or anyone to be like this. I didn’t wish for him or dream about meeting someone to fall for. I never thought any of this shit would ever happen to me, not when I barely expected myself to survive.
But I’m going with my guts and my intuition; I’m gonna let it ride and trustmis Diosas.
And right now I’m trusting him.Y a mi misma. And myself.
“Quítate la ropa interior, cabrón,” I tell him, feeling that divine feminine energy surge through my veins.Gracias, Aphrodite. Thank you, Aphrodite.I appreciate the boost.
“What’s that mean?”Que te amo y te confío. That I love and trust you.I jam my thumb underneath the waistband of his draws and pull them away from his body.Y eso significa que soy jodidamente valiente. And it means that I’m fucking brave.
“It means take these off.”
“Fucking hell, Ed.” He rips the black material down his diesel-ass thighs, and I’m left staring at the biggest fuckingverga, dick, that I’ve ever seen. He’s thick, long, and red. Like every blood cell in his big body is down there.
He’s balanced over me, with his monstervergahanging over my pussy, and his chain hanging over my face. He’s got a precum puddle at the end of his dick, and some of it slides off his tip and lands in my bush, right where anXis. I slide my hand between us, and his eyes widen when my hand brushes the underside of his big-ass cock.
“What are you doing,hermosa?” His abs flex as he looks down his sexy-ass stomach to watch my fingers.
“Remembering who I am,” I confidently tell him as I find the patch of sticky liquid.
“And who’s that?” He asks as I rub three clockwise circles of his jizz into the hidden tattoo above my pussy—it has me feeling like his.
“Yours.”Porque lo soy. Because I am.
“Fucking right you are.” He kisses me hard before I can say anything back, and it feels like a TV show moment, when he breaks away and says, “I fucking love you, Ed.”
Like, how is this my real life right now? Am I really about to do this with this hot-ass man who just said he fucking loves me? Sí, sí, lo soy. Yes, yes, I am. Even if he doesn’t stay in my life, it’ll forever be one of the best moments I've ever lived through.
I feel his hard cock knock against my clit, and my hands go to his hard-ass chest.Damn, this man and his hockey muscles.My fingers flex over a collage of tattoos; there’s the numbers3-4-5in bold black ink, his last name, some scary-looking devils in different shapes and sizes, a bunch of half-dead-looking roses, and this angry black cat that’s situated right over his fucking heart. That one looks fresh.
“The cat’s for you,” he says while he lines himself up with my hole, and I feel my pussy reactively clench. I squeeze my eyes shut while reminding myself that I’m fine, when I feel his mouth on my forehead, and hear him say, “You're safe and sound, Ed. Are you ready for me?”
“Yo se, I know,” I breathe out, letting go and relaxing my body into his comfy bed. His eyes scan my face, and I nod my head to let him know I’m okay. “I’m good.”
“Yeah, you are,hermosa.” His reassurance is comforting, and so is the smile on his face.“Now, dame un beso, Ed. (Now, kiss me, Ed).”
I tilt my head up and he bends down, pressing our lips together when I feel hisenorme vergaslowly push inside my hole.
