Page 167 of Now and Forever

I couldn’t look at him, not after he had said that. How could I have known he had felt that way? Sex had always been sex to him, so when he had come home, seeking my body, I hadn’t thought any differently, because I had believed it was normal for him. But it hadn’t been, and I had royally screwed myself over. My inexperience and gullibility had taken major roles in my poor decision making skills.

“I’m so sorry. I had no idea.”

“Well, now you do.”

There was a finality to his voice that brought the truth home to me.

“Is there any way you could give me another chance? This time—”

“No!” he spat out.

It was six days ago. His feelings couldn’t have changed that quickly, could they? He had said he was addicted to me, as I was to him. If he could find it inside of him to forgive me, we might have a chance to be together instead of living in regret.

“We can start over. I want you more than anything,” I softly pleaded, unintentionally touching his chest and gazing up at his face. “One more chance … please.” My fingers dug into his shirt, never wanting to let him go again.

His eyes went dark. “You fucked him, Chloe, in the bed you’d been sharing with me. You fucked him, and you loved every second of it! How can you moan his name then ask for my forgiveness?”

My insides cringed as I listened to him describe it in such a way. However, if this was my last shot with him, all bets were off. Consumed by it all, I didn’t know where I got the strength to pull him to me and kiss him with everything I had. But no matter how much my tongue tried to pry his mouth open, he wasn’t responding.

Losing my momentum, I parted from his lips, only to kiss his neck before I found my favorite spot around the base of his neck and inhaled his scent deeply. “God, I miss you. Every night, I go to your room just so I can smell you. Come home … Come home to me, please. I need you.”

While overwhelmed with emotions, Drew was as responsive as a block of ice. Whatever advancement I made, he rejected.

“Tell me what to do, and I’ll do it.” Cradling his face with my palms, my eyes probed into his, hoping he would change his mind, but I couldn’t find any warmth anywhere.

Discouraged, I loosened my hold on his face and bit the inside of my lip, trying not to cry.

“You have ten minutes to convince me,” he said in a scratchy voice.

My gaze flickered back to his, questioning. “Ten minutes? To do what?” Then it dawned on me. “Seduce you?” He knew I was inexperienced in that department. It had always been him who took the lead. If this was his way of trying to humiliate me, he was using all his cards brilliantly.

Hesitantly, I glanced toward the exit. It was now or never. “The door …”

“It’s secured.”

Why would he do that? Unless …

“You planned for this to happen?” I accused, unsure how to feel about that.

“Only a precaution,” he stated, unperturbed. “Ten minutes, Chloe. The clock is ticking.”

I would have laughed had he not seemed so intimidating. What surprised me more was that I somehow found myself kneeling before him, looking up at him as I pulled down his zipper.

Everything went into a blur as his cock sprung free, huge and already engorged. Up close, it was alarming to think that his girth could fit into my mouth. And the more I stroked him, the thicker it became.

With the use of my tongue, I gently licked the moisture that glistened on his mushroomed head, teasing the tiny slit.

“Look at me,” he grunted out, harsh and demanding.

When I gazed up at him, our eyes connected as I gradually took him in until I had to stop halfway because his cock had already hit the back of my throat. Tears formed in the backs of my eyes, but I never tore my gaze away from him while I resumed gliding my mouth back up, reaching the head before sliding down his shaft, lubricating it.

Upon reaching that same spot, I had to use a little determination and force as I pushed him farther into my throat so he could get the utmost pleasure. It took a few more tries to become accustomed to it. I gagged as I bobbed my head, sliding my lips off his hard member while I gently massaged his scrotum.

His eyes penetrated me before he roughly took hold of the back of my head, stopping me altogether. Then he lifted me off the floor and roughly carried me to the pool table. He shoved my body against it while scurrying the pool balls away.

Out of my mind with lust, I clung to him, heavily panting as I watched him hurriedly rip my thong off with one swift tug before parting my legs. He then took hold of my hips, pulled me toward him until his cock met my opening, and slammed into me, long and deep.

“I want to chase the memory of him away, but I fucking can’t,” he said savagely as he cupped my chin, not letting my eyes disconnect from his.

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