Page 77 of Always Mine

Then he leans up to chase my lips. I kiss him, chuckling at his eagerness, before pulling back again. “And?”

“And what?” He frowns, not getting it.

“Have you?”

His brows jerk together and he looks at me like I’ve lost it before rolling us so I’m on my back with him splayed across my lap. “No, asshole. I haven’t done this with anyone else. I was too busy being miserable over you.”

I know I should be focusing on the part about me making him miserable, but the only thought in my head isfuck yes. Wyatt is all mine. No one else has ever had him the way I have, and no one else will. This fuels the primal urge within me to mark and take and claim.

He rises up onto his knees, reaching down and jerking my cock back to life. “Now if that’s all for today’s Q & A, I’d really like to get this inside of me.”

I nod eagerly, watching as he bites down on his lip before positioning me and sliding down. He goes slowly, his body opening and sucking me in easily.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.My eyes slam shut and mouth drops wide as pure pleasure takes over. He feels so good. It’s been too long. So fucking long. How in the hell did I live without this? Without him?

“Oh Jesus. You feel better than I remember,” I groan, digging my fingers into his hips so hard it’ll probably leave a mark.

Good.

“Oh, yeah. You’re so good. Always so good,” he cries, eyes shut as he takes in the feel of me.

He slides up and down, hands braced on my thighs as he works himself over on my cock. It’s a sight and I can’t do anything but hold on for the ride as I watch him. He opens his eyes, hitting me with a lust-driven stare, and leans forward, chasing my lips. I comply, eating out his mouth with my tongue as he bounces on my cock. It’s dirty, feral, exactly the kind of thing we’ve been needing.

I sit up, rolling us so he’s on his back with me hovering on top, never breaking our connection. God, I can’t guarantee I’ll ever leave this spot now that I’m here. I let my body rest over him so we’re flush together. I can’t stand the thought of being separated from him. His legs lock around my waist and his arms hook around my neck as he clings to me. I let out a contented sigh at having him wrapped around me this way.

I don’t know what I did to deserve to have him like this again, but I’m beyond grateful for this chance. I kiss him and begin to move in and out of his body slowly, trying not to come too fast. Masturbating doesn’t come anywhere close to the real thing, and this is Wyatt. It’s everything I’ve always wanted, and he’s giving himself to me again. Only Me. Only mine.

Always only mine.

“Paxton!” he cries, hands now gliding down my sweat-slicked back. His nails dig in and so do his heels before he’s leaning up to chase my mouth in a desperate kiss.

I tear my lips away from his, gasping for breath, and then I lean up slightly, wanting to see the place where we’re joined together. Fuck, it’s perfect.

“You look so good taking my cock,” I moan as the need to come intensifies. “I don’t want to stop. Want to stay inside of you forever.”

His hand snakes down and begins quickly pumping his cock and I know he’s close by the way his chest heaves and his body quakes. “So close,” he pants, his back bowing as a hoarse cry passes his lips, and I watch as jet after jet of cum shoots across his stomach.

“Beautiful. God, I missed you. Missed this so much.” Then I cry out as my own orgasm slams into me. It’s the best one I’ve ever had and I mourn the loss once it’s over.

He clings to me, not at all caring about the cum, and neither do I. I kiss his sweaty forehead, inhaling deeply and wishing that time would stop so I could cherish this moment for a while longer.

“I missed you,” I whisper.

“I missed you so much,” His voice sounds watery and I lean up, wanting to see his face.

“Are you okay?”

He nods, a little smile appearing on his lips. “I’m the best I’ve been in a very long time.”

“Good.” I kiss him before looking down at his chest and realization has me freezing.

His tattoo… the one that matches mine, is gone.

TWENTY-FIVE

Wyatt

Fuck.

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