Page 35 of Make You Love Me

We both love this position. Lottie loves the angle and I love the view.

Seeing my dick get lost in her ass cheeks as it enters her pussy has me spreading her cheeks apart so I can see more.

“Fuck Lottie, why are you so perfect? Your body was made for me. You were made for me.”

I can feel the tingle build in my balls as I get close. When Lottie says, “Harder G, fuck me harder.” I’m pretty sure I start to go right there. Almost feeling guilty by how hard I’m pounding into her until I feel her start to pulse. She comes again as she screams my name. I make a rash decision to make a fantasy of mine come to life by pulling my cock out of her and shooting my cum all over her big, beautiful ass.

When I come back to, she pants, “Fuck, I think I had another mini orgasm when you came on me.”

Welp, guess I don’t have to worry about her being upset I got her messy. Fantasy complete.

Turning her around, I give her a loving peck on the lips. “That was so fucking hot. You know how much I love you, right?”

Lottie nods. “And I love you more than all the waves in the ocean… Does that mean I’m forgiven?” she says with a hesitant laugh.

“It’s all good Babygirl. You know I can’t stay mad at you for long.”

Or at least that’s what I thought.

***

Pulling up to Ethel’s beach house, I’m ready to see my girl.

She said they should be done by late afternoon. Just in case they’re still inside having tea or whatever the fuck rich people do, I decided to head out back to the gazebo that Lottie uses as her reading nook. Plus, that means I hopefully get to avoid Ethel.

I was pretty damn disappointed when Lottie told me she couldn’t go home with me today because of some bullshit uppity lunch she had to do with her grandmother.

I hate Ethel using her like a pawn in the little games she plays. She is nothing but a puppet master, and I’m so ready for Lottie to get to the point where she tells her to fuck off. Even though Lottie’s mom couldn’t stand her own mother, I know it's still hard for Lottie to give up hope on Ethel because she doesn't have much family left.

I park my truck on the road and walk through the gate so I don’t draw any attention to myself, heading around the left side of the house towards the backyard where the gazebo sits. I shoot Lottie a quick text telling her where I’ll be when she’s done.

Looking ahead, I notice two people sitting in the gazebo. A few more footsteps closer and my heart and steps falter.

Lottie is sitting there with none other than Jacob Roberts. That rich fucking prick. Her back is to me so I can’t see her face, but they are way too fucking close for my liking. Then he leans over and brushes her hair back from her face. She doesn’t lean into him, but she doesn’t back away either. The smile on his face tells me this is no friendly get-together. This guy wants what is mine… I see black.

Willing myself to calm down before I beat the fucking shit out of this boy, I stop in my tracks. I can’t believe she chose this shit over coming home with me.

This was her "dumb lunch"?

For something she wanted nothing to do with, she seems awfully content right now. I'm so fucking furious I can't see straight. How could she brush this off as if it was nothing?

You know what—Fuck. This. Shit.

If she wants to be with someone like that, then she can have him. I’m out of here.

Right as I go to turn around, I see her head pull back and she says something to him. Then her body turns in my direction, seeing me for the first time, and a look of horror takes over her beautiful face.

Our eyes meet for only a moment, and I feel like I’m going to throw up or rage out. I don’t need this shit. Unable to cope with this situation right now, I continue to turn away and head towards my bike.

I hear her coming after me, but I refuse to give that prick the show he probably wants.

I need to clear my head before talking to Lottie. I know this is fucked up. I can hear her sounding more frantic each time she calls out to me, but she can't see me like this. And I sure as fuck can’t talk to her when I’m this out of my mind with anger and jealousy, especially not with him around.

Lottie makes it around the front of the house as I’m almost to my motorcycle. She’s yelling my name, begging me to stop.

I turn towards her and put my hand up. “No, Lottie.” She surprisingly listens, stopping in her tracks and locking tear-filled eyes on mine.

Seeing her so upset has me ready to say screw it and go to her… until I seehimas he comes up behind her.

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