Page 66 of Our Long Days
The trees have never looked like this.
The air has never tasted so fresh.
And the stars have never shone brighter than they do as they sparkle in Florence’s eyes.
There are things to discuss, things I need to deal with. It’s selfish, I know that, but this is the first time I’ve taken something I want. She won’t wait around forever, as she shouldn’t. It’s that knowledge that stokes a fire underneath me, forcing me to address my shit.
The snap in my willpower was audible, echoing in my head. Fighting my feelings wasn’t hurting me—it was hurting her. I was the one to hire her. To move her next door. To convince her to finish her list.
Now, I’m the one ready to drop to my knees, desperate to prove I’m worthy to not only her, but myself.
Leaning into temptation was my doing. She’s the one to close the distance now, brushing her soft lips over mine, the kiss quickly turning hungry.
Her taste lingers, tongue snaking into my mouth, hips shifting as she seeks my cock out. Bratty Florence is gone, and as much as I love that side of her, I’m too worked up.
I fist my cock between us, tapping the head on her clit. “You going to ride my cock like you did my face, you greedy girl?”
“Yes. I ache for it.” She writhes in my lap. “So badly. Please.”
Fuck, if she isn’t pretty when she begs, dragging each word out on a plea.
“Such a fucking cock tease.” My left hand snakes under her bottom, lifting her to position my length at her entrance, already dripping pre-cum. “Are you ready?”
She nods, eyes heavy with lust, and I lower her, painstakingly slow. Even with her earlier orgasm, it’s a tight fit.
“Relax, baby. That’s it.” Her inner walls loosen, hips rocking gently. She garbles nonsense down my ear. I’m not sure she’s aware she always drifts toward my right one.
“You’re so big. I can feel you everywhere,” she mewls.
Male pride zings through me, and I give her another couple of inches.
“You’re taking me so well. I’m nearly in.” I caress her thighs, pecking kisses down her chest, and draw a tight nipple into my mouth.
When I bite down, teasing the rosy peak, I drive up, filling her to the hilt.
Her mouth pops open, eyes glossy and wide. “Oh, fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
“Such a good girl.” She lights up like a firework under my praise. “This is what you get when you behave: your tight hole stuffed with my big cock.”
She nods in agreement, teeth sinking into her lip.
Entranced, I watch her hips roll, hands floating to cup her tits. Her movements are graceful, like trees bending in the wind. I almost forget to move, bewitched by the sensual movements.
I’ve waited too fucking long to sit back and let the opportunity to take, ruin, and mark her pass me by. The feral need to claim tunnels my vision.
Only her.
The one thing I swore I’d never have.
I drag her roughly across my lap, using her ass cheeks as leverage to rut into her with abandon. I drink down every cry, gasp, and moan, kissing and biting until her lips are swollen and her arousal soaks my thighs.
“Months,” I rasp against her mouth. “Months, I’ve dreamed of this pussy. You torture me in those pretty flower dresses and tight leggings. The games are over, because after tonight”—I change the angle, causing her eyes to roll back—“that’s it. You’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” she sings beautifully. “That’s all I’ve wanted.”
I clasp her jaw, needing to see her lips as I draw every drop of pleasure from her. “Then come for me, Florence, all over my cock. Make a mess so I can clean it up after.”
She rises and falls in tandem with my upward thrusts. Our bodies are in perfect synchrony, still so in tune despite only being together once. My thumb finds her clit, moving in tight circles. Her pussy clenches like a vice, nails biting into my shoulders and scraping over my scalp. She trembles, screams, and convulses on top of me, all the while keeping eye contact.
