Page 82 of Clash
At that point, I didn’t fucking care. The heat of her mouth felt like heaven wrapped around my shaft, and the way she sucked me off, made it seem like it was her goddamn profession.
“I’m getting close,” I warned her, knowing that most chicks hated this part. But Gina fucking surprised me, continuing to suck me off until my balls exploded and my seed was dripping down her throat. Not a single drop was spilt as she drew up to her knees, her hands moving over my exposed skin until she was practically eye-to-eye with me.
“I’ve only been with one man, Clash. Make me forget him.”
The taste of my cock was laced on her tongue as her lips parted and my mouth seized hers. She clutched me tight as I pulled her on top of me, her legs straddling me on both sides as she slid down my length.
She hissed the second I entered her, and the way her pussy’s walls clenched me so tightly was definitely worth it. Gripping her hips, I moved her up and down, enjoying the way her tits bounced with every thrust. You could hear the slapping of our bodies as we fucked on the bed, and the sweet hiss of pleasure that escaped her mouth as mine fit around her nipple and sucked. Her head shot backward, fingers digging into my shoulder blades as I took her for a ride, my stamina never wavering.
“My god,” she whimpered.I kinda like that title. I’ll be her god any day of the week.
“Fuck, it’s like I can feel you in my throat all over again.”
A smile toyed with my lips as I picked up speed, her breathy little moans only fueling me on. I gave her ass a playful little smack, which only made her beg for more.
“Again!” she whisper-yelled, doing her best to keep quiet so she didn’t wake Alex.
Another smack to her ass came next, as did her teeth that tugged and pulled on my ear lobe. In the most seductively dirty voice, she whispered in my ear, “You’ve fucking ruined me for all others.”
“Good,” I grumbled, my grip on her hips tightening the second my balls started to feel that familiar tingle. “Because no man but me will ever feel this pussy again.”
Her erotic moans erupted as she hit her release, spasming over my cock until my own seed spilled out of me in creamy white jets. I didn’t bother pulling out. At this point, I didn’t care about the consequences of what that could all mean. I saw a future with this woman, one that involved even more babies. And as the last of my seed emptied inside of her, we locked eyes, and it was then I knew...
I’d move mountains just to see her smile.
I’d die to save her life.
And if she asked it of me, I’d kill for her.
She said I ruined her for other men, but what she really meant was she destroyed me for the rest of the female species.
There was no coming back from this…
Not when I’ve fallen madly, deeply, and irrevocably in love with her.
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Blissful heaven corrupted me as I snuggled against Clash’s chest, breathing in the manly musk that wafted off him, and the lingering scent of our love making.
Sex had never been this good for me. Sure, I acted as if I enjoyed it with Eric, but he never got me off. Not like this.
Thick fingers drug up my spine as he lazily caressed my back, lulling me into a peaceful sleep. My eyes felt painfully heavy, and I had to force myself to look up at him, even though all I wanted to do was sleep.
“Clash?”
“Hmm?” he murmured; his eyes shut in contented euphoria. Our skin was flushed and rosy, our breathing evening out after minutes of ragged exasperation.
“Why me?”
His stroking stopped, and one of his eyes popped open, peering at me in curiosity. “What do you mean?”
I gently peeled myself off his sweaty chest, propping up on my elbows to look at him. “I mean, look at you. You could have any woman you wanted. Why me? I’m nothing. I’m plainand not beautiful in any way. I’m ugly…a disgrace to women everywhere.” My husband’s painful words escaped my lips before I could stop them. God, the damage that man did to me was beyond repair. My self-esteem shot to shit.
The way his brow scrunched in anger surprised me, and I found myself flinching when his hand moved forward, gently covering my lips instead of the painful hit I was expecting. “Don’t you ever say that again.” In one quick movement he was up from the bed, his big burly arms moving underneath my body until I was being carried, wedding style, across the threshold of the bathroom. He stopped in front of the mirror, forcing me to look at my hideously bruised and ugly face.
Only, the bruises were all in my mind. They faded long ago, but anytime I looked in the mirror, I could still see them… the purpling… the swelling… the broken tears cascading down my face in painful streams. Everything about the woman who looked back at me was weak—nothing more than a cracked shell that my soon to be ex-husband created.
“What do you see?” he asked me, standing behind me so my naked body was in full view.
