Page 1 of Accidentally Forever
Prologue
Crew
Icould have sworn the sheet rock rumbled as the pictures on the wall shuddered.
“Please. I can’t…please.”
I shut her up with my mouth, one hand sliding up her thigh, pushing her dress out of the way so I could get more of her skin. The other hand slid up her arm and pinned it above her head, fingers tangling with one another.
My mouth crushed down on hers, both of us fighting for control, driving deepwithin one another.
My hand slid between her legs, over her panties, and cupped her.
“Oh,” she moaned, and I continued to kiss her, trailing my mouth down her jaw, over her neck. When my fingers tugged her panties to the side, my palm went slick just by a bare brush.
“So fucking wet for me. You want this. You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you?”
“Stop talking and make me come.”
I let go of her hand and slid that hand right over her throat, my thumb sliding along her neck. “Oh, it’s like that, is it?”
Those piercing blue eyes narrowed. “Always.”
I ignored the barb, and then with my gaze on hers, speared her with two fingers. She drenched my hand, my thumb pressing along her clit as she rocked her hips.
“That’s it, be a good little girl and ride my hand.”
“Don’t call me that,” she bit out before I slid my thumb into her mouth, forcing her to lick and suck.
“Fine.”
And that was right anyway. Because she knew I only said the words to get a rise out of her. I never knew what I was saying when it came to her. No. We would keep this distance, as I finger fucked her, and she drenched my hand as if she couldn’t hold back any longer.
And when she came, clamping down on my fingers,I kept moving, the sounds of sex filling the hallway. There was nothing more I could do, nothing more that I could say. So I pulled my fingers out of her, and then used both hands to grip her hips.
“More?” I asked.
No matter how much I wanted to pretend that this meant nothing, something told me this was a lie. But no, this had to be just sex. A quick fuck, a hard one. She could debase me, call me names, and I would do just the same for her.
Because it didn’t matter.
Nothing mattered.
“I just...I don’t want to think.” She stared up at me with wide eyes and I knew what she needed—what she refused to or couldn’t voice.
I nodded, understanding, then undid my jeans with one hand, keeping my mouth on hers. When we pulled away, and I slid the condom over my length, I couldn’t help but take a moment to step back and stare at the beauty of her.
I had already pulled down her dress so her breasts were bare, her nipples hard little points already swollen from my mouth from before. Half of her dress had scrunched to the side, the other half pushed up. Her panties were a damp mess shoved to the side, and I wanted her.Neededher.
I kissed her again, hating myself. And then I slammed deep inside her. One thrust, one motion, and she was screaming my name, pulsating around my cock as she came, and Imoved.
The picture frames continued to bash against the wall as I fucked her hard against it. There was nothing more I could do, justthis.
I needed her. Needed her more than the air I breathed. But I knew it had to be only for sex. It was what we were good for.
It wasn’t as if I really wanted more.
And when I finally came, pinning her to the wall, her fingernails dug into my shoulders, and I kept her to me, hips against hips, buried balls deep. Both of our breaths came in pants as we tried to calm our hearts, but there was nothing more I could do. Nothing more I could say.
