Page 72 of The Tangle of Awful

“Spencer, we can’t,” she says, eyes wild with lust.

I pull down my boxers and kick out of them before crawling over her spread body. My cock rests against her clit, but I don’t make any moves to enter her. She gasps, fingers finding my hair, tugging me to her for a kiss. I kiss her hard and claiming, slowly rocking my hips to tease her sensitive clit. Her legs find their way around my hips, heels digging into my ass.

“We can’t fuck,” I taunt. “Remember? Your stupid rule.”

“We can’t,” she echoes, lifting her hips. “We can’t.”

“But I want to feel you, baby. I want to know how it feels to be inside the girl I’ve loved for years.”

“Spencer.”

“Beg me, baby. Beg me to fuck you.”

“Please,” she chokes out. “Please…don’t.”

I start to pull away, but she digs in harder. Reaching between us, I grip my dick, teasing at her slick opening. She nods once and then flutters her eyes closed. Agonizingly slow, I glide into her. Her cunt is tight, sucking me in like a throat swallowing a dick.

“You’re letting me fuck you because you know you’re mine,” I croon against her lips. “You always have been.”

All talk is silenced as I lose myself to her lips and body. My hips piston wildly as I drive forward, needing to make my mark on her—to claim her once and for all. Her fingernails claw at my arms as her body tightens. A scream is on her lips and I smack my hand over her mouth, fucking harder and faster. Our eyes meet—hers wild and mine determined. I thrust into her like a madman long after her body stops shuddering from another orgasm and until mine chases after hers.

I come inside of her.

Spurt after spurt.

Mine. Fucking mine.

She doesn’t stop me or ruin the moment with talk of condoms. Her body clenches around my cock, milking me for every drop. This girl wants all I have to give.

“Time for bed, leech.” I grin at her. “I’m still going to call you leech.”

She smiles back. “I secretly like it.”

I pull back, fascinated by the way cum runs out of her red, swollen pussy, leaving a puddle below her. So fucking hot.

Climbing out of bed, I head for the bathroom for a warm washcloth to clean her up. When I return, she’s droopy-eyed and half asleep, still sprawled out and spent from our fucking. I quickly clean her up and the spot beneath her. After gathering her pajamas and the cloth, I deposit them in the hamper, turn off the lights, and then rejoin her.

She allows me to pull her naked body against my side and she snuggles into me. I absently stroke her shoulder in the dark, eyes wide-open as I replay the entire encounter.

It was fucking amazing.

Just as I always knew it would be.

I don’t know what the future holds for us, but in this moment, I’m pretty damn content.

If I could somehow make it where the outside world didn’t touch us, I could live the rest of my life happy with her in my arms. We could stay in this room forever just the two of us.

Unfortunately, life isn’t that easy.

The complications stacked against us are bigger than Park Mountain itself.

I have to figure out a way to change that indefinitely no matter who or what becomes a casualty.

I have to.

Hugo

I thought I knew stress…before.

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