Page 31 of Staying for Her

Hard and fast, our bodies crash together again and again as I watch my cock drive deep inside that hot little pussy of hers, my hands grabbing her ass tightly as I give her every inch over and over again. I growl, my hand slapping her ass, making her scream in pleasure as I hiss and do it again, needing to hear those sounds one more time.

At some point she screams, the orgasm ripping through her, her entire body shaking, arching as it slams into her. I grit my teeth, holding on for dear life.

“Bounce on that cock, baby,” I whisper, my hands tightening on her sides, my hips rising up to thrust deep inside.

She cries out again, riding me harder and faster still as her slickness covers me.

“Ride that cock, baby. I need you to come again for me. I want you to scream for more when I give you every drop of my cum.” My hand slaps her ass and suddenly it’s like pulling a trigger.

Billie explodes on top of me, her head thrown back as I roar, driving deep into her, my balls pulling tight. My orgasm has me melting under her as Billie continues to ride me right through both of our orgasms until she collapses on top of me.

“Was that worth losing millions of dollars?” she jokes, her eyes meeting mine over her shoulder and I smirk, pulling her off my dick and laying her down beside me. My hand comes up and cups the side of her face, and I kiss her lips softly.

“Fuck yes,” I mutter, leaning my forehead against hers and smiling as she drifts off to sleep.

My eyes take her in, the soft skin, the wild hair and I know that this moment right here and all the ones after it will always be the best choice I made.

Billie

Being with Lucas again last night was incredible, but that lingering doubt of what we were and how we move forward still lingers deep in my bones.

“I still think we need to talk,” I mutter as I set my suitcase in the corner by the front door of Lucas’s apartment. I take a deep breath, smiling at the familiarity that washes over me. Lucas peers over his shoulder as he sets down the bag of takeout he picked up on his way home from my parents’ house on the kitchen island.

To say that I’m glad to be out of that house is an understatement. My mother gave me her usual simple smile as I packed up my things and hauled them downstairs to my car where Lucas was there waiting to put them in my trunk. I invited him in, but he shook his head, muttering something about saying something he’d regret, and told me he’d stay outside where it was safe.

My father, on the other hand, stood on the porch, arms crossed and eyes zeroed in on both Lucas and me as he opened my car door. Lucas leaned down, gave me a simple kiss, and told me he’d see me when I got home. Home. I realized at that moment that that’s exactly what his apartment has felt like these last few weeks. Home.

“Talk about what?” he says through a mouthful of fries, causing a laugh to burst out of my chest.

“Lovely,” I mutter, picking up my burger and taking a big bite, smiling big enough that he can see the food between my teeth and chuckling softly, those eyes softening as he takes me in.

“What did you want to talk about?” he repeats, leaning on the counter and meeting my eyes, giving me all of his attention.

“I guess I just wanted to know where we stood.”

His brow furrows in confusion as I take a deep breath, trying to explain the thoughts spinning around inside my head.

“I know we’re together, but in what capacity? Am I your girlfriend, fiancée? Are we still living together, or should I be looking for another place to live?” My heart beats wildly as I sit in the silence that seems to continue for a lot longer than I anticipated. “Lucas?”

He still says nothing, but he pushes away from the counter, walking around the island and making his way to where I’m sitting. I expect him to wrap his arms around me from behind but instead, he spins me until I’m facing him, grasps my hips, and lifts me so that I’m sitting on the counter as he expertly wedges his way between my open legs.

“What do you want?” he says in a voice I’ve never heard before. It’s low, gravelly, and full of passion. “Because as of right now, I will take you any way you want. If you want to find somewhere else to live, we’ll do it—I won’t be totally thrilled that I won’t have you in my bed every night, but I’ll live. If you want to live here, I’m fucking here for it.”

I smile, the blush creeping up my cheeks as my chin lowers, touching my chest because the intensity of his stare is almost too much for me. But before I can take a breath, his fingers are underneath my chin and lifting so my eyes meet his.

“And as for the other stuff,” he whispers, his lips a hairbreadth away from mine. “I will take you any way I can get you. Do I think we’re ready for marriage?” He shakes his head, those lips touching mine ever so lightly before he pulls back, that full smile gracing his face. “But if you think we’re not headed in that direction, then you’re dead wrong, baby.”

It’s then he decided to cut the crap and kiss me like I’ve been craving since we left the hotel this morning.

“I like that plan,” I mutter against his lips, opening up for him as he takes what he wants from me.

Before long, my legs are wrapped around his waist, my arms twisted around his neck as I pull him flush against me as my hips move against him.

Just as I’m about to slide my hand between us, there’s a knock on the door, and Lucas groans, his hands cupping my face as he presses his forehead against mine.

“Keep all of those thoughts in that head,” he whispers, kissing me hard before pushing away from me and heading toward our front door.

The second he opens the door and I hear the unfiltered laugh of a one-year-old, I know it’s Addison and Luna. And just as I jump down from the counter, a small blush of pink rushes into the apartment, her little feet taking her directly to the couch across the room. We all watch as she runs right into the cushion, falling backward onto her bottom and laughing as if it’s the funniest thing she’s ever done.

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