Page 3 of Mr. Edwards
The moment she has my cock freed, I lift her. “Wrap your legs around me, babe,” I say against her mouth. I don’t have time to remove her panties, so I push them aside, burying myself balls deep inside her in one quick thrust.
“Fuck,” I grate out as my head falls back, resting between my shoulder blades. I’m fucking home. “I’ve missed your pussy... Christ, you feel so good.” I withdraw to the tip before surging back in. Her arms slide around to the back of my head, her fingers tangling in the short hairs at the nape of my neck as I bring my lips back to hers. “Please tell me this pussy still belongs to me?”
“There’s been no one else,” she says against my mouth.
What?
Pulling back, my eyes meet hers. “No one else since me?”
“No one else.”
“Sunshine.” Does she have any idea what that does to me? I can’t even tell you how many nights I lay awake going insane with jealousy thinking another man was touching what’s mine.
I only wish I could say the same. I didn’t go near anyone else for the longest time, I couldn’t. She was all I ever thought about.All I wanted.And even though she was the one who left me, it felt wrong to be with someone else.
Over the past year though, when the realization finally sunk in that she was gone and never coming back, I did everything in my power to forget her. I’ve tried to fuck her out of my system. I’ve tried to hate her. But it’s all to no avail. None of the others made me feel a fraction of what Carlee does.
Not even close.
Desperation claws at me as my lips crash back into hers; I savor her taste, her touch, her scent.
My movements quicken as I pound into her possessively. Mine. Each thrust takes us higher. The room is filled with the sounds of our bodies slapping together, mixed with our carnal cries of pleasure. This is raw, unadulterated fucking at its best. That crazy, overpowering feeling of hunger that only she brings is an agonizing reminder of everything I’ve lost.
Her heels dig painfully into my back, the sting sending heat rocketing up my spine. But I welcome it. She feels incredible. I’ve never felt anything more perfect than her. She was made for me.
I’m teetering on the edge, not sure how much longer I can last. “Let go, sunshine, I need to feel you come around my cock.”
Moments later, her pussy spasms as she throws her head back and screams out my name.
My fucking name.
It’s enough to send me spiraling over the edge. “Fuck, Carlee… fuck.” My body stills as my hips jerk forward, spilling myself deep inside her. Staking my claim. Marking my territory.
Mine.
She’s fucking mine.
I rest my forehead against hers as we both try to catch our breath. I came in here to talk, I never expected this to happen. Trust me though, I’m not complaining.
“Tell me you still love me… that we can be together again. That we can try to get back what we once had. I don’t know what I did wrong, but I’m sorry. Do you hear me? I’m so goddamn sorry. I need you in my life, babe. I feel empty inside without you.”
I know I’m putting it all on the line here, setting myself up for heartbreak again, but she needs to know. Cupping her face in my hands as my thumbs gently skate over her jaw, I draw back. It’s only then I realize she’s crying. She looks so sad, so broken. It tears my heart in two.
“Don’t cry, sweetheart. Whatever it is, we can get through it together… just like we used to.” The pad of my thumb rises, softly brushing the tears from her cheeks, but my words only seem to bring on more. “Talk to me.”
“I can’t.”
“Please,” I beg.
“I have to go.” She unravels her legs from around my waist, placing her feet back on the floor. I stand there stunned as she pushes on my chest.
I take a step back, giving her space. “That’s it? You’regoing to walk away from me again?” My eyes bore into hers as I silently plead for her not to say it… not to go.
Please, I fucking need you.
“I’m sorry,” she cries, burying her face in her hands as a sob breaks free. “I can’t do this… I can’t be with you.”
Her words have me seeing red, literally. How could she?
