Page 45 of Exposed

I pushed her thong to the side and thrust inside of her, not bothering to warm her up. “Does that hurt, baby? Now you know how I feel.”

She moaned.

Of course it didn’t hurt. Because despite what she said, she still wanted me. She still needed me. And she was fucking soaked. Greedy for my cock like always. Maybe she’d decided I wasn’t what was best for her. But her pussy still wanted me.

She buried her dirty hands in my hair, pulling me closer.

I kissed her like her breaths were the only sustenance I needed. I was greedy for her. I wanted her naked in my bed so I could kiss every inch of her skin. So I could remember what I’d been missing. But right now, I just needed to stop hurting.

I slammed into her harder, not caring if her ass was scratching against the stone wall. God I loved the weight of her perfect ass in my hands. I didn’t want to ever let go.

I closed my eyes like I always did when I fucked. And I realized I did that so I could picture her when I was with other women. But I didn’t need to imagine her right now. I opened my eyes and stared down at her. I half expected her to have her eyes closed. Imagining she was fucking her husband. But she was staring back at me.

I dropped my lips to her ear. “Did you ever think about me like this when we were apart?”

She moaned.

“Did you miss my mouth on your sweet pussy?”

“Matt…”

“Did you miss my cock? It really feels like you missed it, baby.”

She moaned, the sound reverberating through her, making her clench around my cock.

Fuck.God, I’d missed this. Nothing felt as good as being deep inside of her. “I thought about you when I jerked off in the shower. I pictured you on your knees. You were frozen forever at 16 in my mind.” I kissed down the side of her neck, her skin pebbling from the sensation. “Picturing you like that? I’m fucked in the head.”

Her fingers dug in to my back like she couldn’t get close enough. She liked that I’d pictured her on her knees all these years. She liked having a hold on me.

“Nothing turned me on like the images of you in my head. You’re not the monster. I am.” I kissed her neck and then sucked on it hard, marking her. “You’re mine, Brooklyn. You’re fucking mine.”

She tightened her legs around my waist.

“Say it.”

She just moaned.

“Say that you’re mine. Say it.” I tugged on her nipple again as I slammed into her harder. Fuck, how had I ever lived without this girl? How had I kept going?

The anger was suddenly gone in my chest. Fucking didn’t help. Everything still hurt. She wasn’t mine. I dropped my forehead to hers as I slowed my pace. Slowly in and out. I remembered us like this. Making love tangled in my sheets. My ring on her finger.

Say it, baby. Please just fucking say it.

I slowed my pace even more. Savoring her warmth. Savoring her wetness. Savoring how perfectly she gripped my cock. Just savoring this moment. Because I knew moments were fleeting.

“I’m yours,” she whispered against my lips.

I exhaled slowly. She was still mine. I ran my hand down her baggy sweatshirt until I reached her bare skin. “Say it again.” I ran my thumb across her clit as I slowed my pace even more.

“I’m yours, Matt.” Her voice cracked.

I pressed my lips against hers, tasting the salt from her tears. I knew I’d pushed her. I knew it was hard for her to say those words. But I’d never heard anything so sweet. I eased my grip on her thigh, knowing I’d been holding her too tightly. And I ran slow circles along her clit.

Her lips fell from mine as she lost control, her pussy pulsing around me. Her moans were distorted as I kissed her again.

Fuck.I was wrong. Hearing that she was mine wasn’t the sweetest sound. This was. I forgot what her soft moans sounded like when she came. And now that I’d heard it again, I never wanted to stop hearing it. I kept circling her clit with my thumb.

“Matt…I can’t…”

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