Page 69 of Retribution

I try to stop the building orgasm, failing terribly. Her tits are bouncing along with my thrusts, and she is staring at me with the filthiest look in her eyes, her mouth is pouted as she breathes heavily through her nostrils.

“Fuck me, just like that.” Her seductive voice, completely possessed.

My eyes roll as I reach up with one hand, pinching her nipple. She moans, rolling her head as her pussy tightens.

Shit. I’m too close.

I use that same hand and press my thumb onto her clit, the action causing her to cry out.

She’s close too.

I slam into her as she moans my name, toying with her with my other hand.

“Fuck, uh, I’m gonna…”

Her body reaches forward, her arms lacing around my neck as she shakes and I feel my cock drown in her juices.

That’s the only cue I need.

I release my hold and succumb to my own climax, roaring out in ecstasy, every muscle in my body tensing as I spill into her, throbbing in every way possible.

I hold her like that for a few moments, both of us barely able to return to a normal breathing pattern. She hugs onto me like a koala bar, our potion of cum dripping out of her onto the floor.

I slowly set her down on the sofa, not trusting her to be able to stand on those shaky legs yet. I slide alongside her, grasping her hand in mine and rubbing my finger over the diamond ring, a side smile pulling at my lips. She strokes her hand over my abs, the tickling feeling washing away any sort of rigidness in my body.

“Thank you,” I whisper to her. In more ways than one.

She pulls my head downwards to peer into her green eyes as leans up to give me a longing kiss, one that ignites the carnal predator within me. As much as that was her way of acknowledging my words, it’s only made me starve for more.

I flip her over onto her stomach as she squeals excitedly.

Pressing my body into her from behind, I hiss at the skin contact, my cock already throbbing and ready to feast.

“Do you see the effect you have on me?” I snarl into her ear.

Boy is it going to be a long night.

Chapter 18

Indie

I slump into the sofa in the office corner, stretching the length of my legs across it. Since last night, I haven’t really had time to stop and process what I’ve actually agreed to, but the ring on my finger serves as a constant reminder.

I’ve texted my sisters telling them the facts of how yesterday was with Reed, excluding the raunchy details.

Willow attended classes today, courtesy of Bridget. She was ecstatic that she was back and it was almost like she’d never left, her skills and competence did not falter once. It was incredible to see, she thrives in an environment like this, and I am so proud I get to be the one to watch it.

It’s strange to consider that for a period, I’m going to become her stepmother. I love every inch of her, but it’s completely different having to raise her. Even if it is for a short time, I’m going to make sure that I am the best motherly figure I can be.

I don’t want to act as some sort of replacement for Allie, I will ensure that she is still very much remembered and included in our lives for the perfect woman that she was. The guilt in my throat begins to rise again, remembering only a month ago, I sat here with her and held her against me, absorbing her cries. Now, she is gone, and I am here, wearing a ring on my finger for her husband.

I fiddle with the ring, twisting it around and looking at it from different angles. Contractual or not, this circumstance is completely insane. I knew I didn’t want to get into anything serious with anybody after Scott, and I’ve jumped headfirst into a fake marriage to help someone out.

Why is it always me who tries to save everybody?

Technically this has nothing to do with me.

If I wasn’t so close with Willow, would I have taken up this deal?

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