Page 49 of Flog Me, Sir

“You,” I didn’t hesitate to answer.

Her smile melted my damn heart, and she reached out to touch my lips. “You gave me what I needed, Garret. You gave me the opportunity to stop neglecting myself. And, it was the man you’ve become because of your past—not the little boy striving to be more, to be perfect in order to be accepted in return.”

Words escaped me as hers filtered through my brain, echoed until I understood what she had said.

“I need you still, Garret,” she whispered, wiggling closer. “I want you—as is.”

I cradled her face in my hands and kissed her lips, pouring all my emotions, the feelings swelling inside me, into every brush, every lick and nibble.

Lissa pushed me onto my back and straddled my hips, her hair falling around our faces. “I’ll admit to craving you like a drug,” she whispered, her eyes luminous in the dimmed room. “But you’re the best kind of addiction—you set me free from an addiction I hadn’t realized I’d already become enslaved to. Control.”

I flashed the smile that used to get me into panties easier than double dimples. “So you’re saying I basically rocked your world, and you’ll never get enough.”

She stared down at me, searching my face as though trying to figure out if I joked with her.

Chuckling, I leaned up and kissed her. “Am I really good enough as is?”

“Definitely.” She snaked a hand between us and gripped my dick that had been aching for what felt like hours. “But this?” Her firm grip stroked downward, and my hips rose on their own as I groaned. “This is perfection.”

“This wants to be inside you so damn bad...”

Lissa shifted, placing the tip of my dick against her pussy. “Show me.”

I cradled her face and claimed her mouth, gently easing my way inside her tight sheath rather than slam into the hilt like I longed to do. She sighed into my mouth the second my dick bottomed out against her womb.

“Would you freak out if I used the L word right now?” I whispered, lifting her head so I could see her face better.

“Would you be joking if you did?” she asked, breathless and still.

My dick jerked deep inside her. “I’d be serious as fuck.”

Lissa gyrated her hips a bit, pulling another groan from me. “Let me think about it—”

Growling, I rolled us over and palmed her ass hard enough she hissed at me. I pulled out and thrust back in hard and fast, burying my face against her neck. “I’m falling in love with you, Lissa.” I thrust again, grinding my pelvis into her clit. “No fucking joke.”

She clutched at my back. Scratched and squeezed me with her thighs as I plowed into her over and over again, knowing her back sliding along the mattress had to sting.

“More,” she said with a gasp, rising up to meet every flex of my hips.

I decided to give her what she wanted—and then some, more brutal honesty than I’m sure she’d meant. “I want you to move to Boston with me.” I jammed harshly against her womb, and ground against her, ripping a cry from her lips. “I want you beside me every day—all damn day.”

She came hard, and I saw fucking stars explode behind my eyelids as my balls let loose.

I tried to keep my weight off her, but failed, so fucking exhausted, I couldn’t think straight, couldn’t move other than to catch my breath.

“I’m falling in love with you, too, Garret.” A whisper, a mere sighed confession—but I’d never heard more fulfilling words.

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