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Long, slow strokes he makes as if relishing every little bit of me. His arms he wraps around me as he holds me tight to him. “Harder,” Iwhisper.
One hard stroke he makes. “Mine,” he says withit.
“Yours,” Iagree.
Another hard stroke he gives me and his teeth nip my neck. “Mine.”
“Yours.”
Then he lets it all go and pounds into me like it’s all he can think about. My body rises to meet each hard thrust. I want him all, every little bit of him I want touchingme.
The way our bodies smack together rings in my ears. It’s as if we are one and the same as our bodies rock together in unison. He lifts his head away from my neck and looks at me as his body tenses. “Mine,” he says between clenchedteeth.
My insides melt and I shiver with the intensity of the hard orgasm and his dick bursts inside me, filling me with his semen. “Yours.”
He falls on me and I can feel his body shaking with the release. A happiness I’ve never felt before fills me and I whisper, “I love you, Blake. Let me showyou.”
With a groan, he rolls off me onto his back. His dick is veiny and still standing erect. It’s covered in both our juices and I’m watering at the mouth to taste what we taste liketogether.
Moving in between his legs I run one hand down his dick then place my mouth at the tip. He moans before I even get it inside my mouth. It’s huge and I doubt I can take it all in, but I’m going totry.
The first stroke I make goes nearly all the way. I pull back and make sure my tongue presses against the bottom of his dick as I take it into my mouth. He groans and puts his hands in myhair.
I pull back and go down again. It touches the back of my throat and I gag then it goes further. The noise he makes fills me with a joy I’ve never known. I continue to make long strokes as he makes joyfulnoises.
Blake
Finally! Finally, I feel like Rachelle is really mine. In it for the long haul. Going to be with meforever.
She realized she loved me last night and I can’t wait to make a life with her. I know I told her I would take things slow for her, but I can’t stopmyself.
I’m going to ask her to marry me. I’m going to buy us a magnificent mansion right here in Los Angeles. She needs to finish school. She has a year left and I don’t plan on spending it in her tinyapartment.
I’m going to buy her a new car. Something insanely expensive and pretty. Maybe a convertible so her long, black hair can blow in the breeze as she drives it aroundtown.
Rachelle is every bit as beautiful as any of the movies stars and models who live in this town are. I think she needs showcased for a while. Bring that low self-esteem up a fewnotches.
Getting back into college to finish my degree in business is my top priority for myself. I need to have the knowledge to get Rachelle’s restaurant to where she wants it to be. Where the hell ever she wantsthat.
I just want to live life right next to her. Forever and always, the ‘me and Rachelle’ show. Her little, perfect body lies next to mine. She sleeps like a woman who has been loved hard and has not a care in theworld.
That’s how I plan to keep her, feeling loved and spoiled like the little princess she is. My hand flows over her soft skin as she takes in deep breaths. I wrap myself around her and hold her tight tome.
Wait! That’s what got me in trouble with her lasttime!
Okay,I back up and place my hand lightly on her waist. She knows I’m here and I know she’s here. So she shouldn’t get upset if she has to get up to go to thebathroom.
No punching or leaving should have to take place if I give her the space she needs. Little by little I will invade that large space she thinks she needs around her at most times. Little by little that fear of me leaving her will goaway.
I hope soanyway!
Her tendency topush people away seems to be breaking down a little. She’s stayed close with Peyton and seems to tolerate Kip just fine. She talks to Max often, and that’s a start to opening up and letting people in. Now I just have to secure the most precious place in her for me to residein.
How hard could itbe?
Rachelle
The room is pitch black and I’m afraid. The bed I lay in is not mine. Mine is soft and small with little blankets all over it. This one is larger than mine and the blanket is scratching myskin.
