Page 27 of The Forever Promise

There was only one thing to say. “Yes.”

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bad

Yes.Bryce wanted to give me something, and I wanted him to give it to me. Badly.On his lap, there was no way to avoid what was between us: a growing heat and his screaming erection.

Oh boy.Once again, Bryce was giving me whiplash: rushing away from me, then pulling me close. But being close was what I wanted.

And like I said, I wanted it bad.

It was broad daylight, but we were alone deep in the forest. He kissed my neck, his scruffy beard drawing goosebumps all over my flesh. I wanted to ask him why he was kissing me, but I was too afraid that he’d stop, so I stuffed the question deep inside.

That was a bad idea; I’d pay for it later. But as he trailed his lips down my neck onto my back, I decided it was absofuckinglutely worth it.

Bryce ran his hands down my arms and rested them on my hips. He pulled me back against his hard length, trailing hot kisses down my neck and upper back the whole time. I was already under his spell, completely lost in the moment.

He pulled me against him, grinding his cock into my ass. “Fuck, Chloe. How am I supposed to keep my hands off of you?”

“You managed it earlier.”

“No, I didn’t.” He nipped at my ear. “I had my hands alloveryou if I remember correctly.”

He reached down, his hand skimming my breasts. Then he reached straight between my legs. He started to rub me through the insanely expensive athletic tights, and it feltawesome. Maybe they were actually worth the seven-hundred dollars?

“Mmm, you feel so good.” He rubbed my sex through the tights, pinching, palming, and exploring as his cock pressed against my ass. The onslaught of sensations overwhelmed me; I writhed against him. “I swore I wouldn’t touch you again, but here I am…”

I froze on top of him. “Why did you swear that?”

Bryce didn’t stop rubbing. “Because you make me crazy, Chloe. Because you make me lose control. And I don’t ever want to lose control again.”

“It’s just sex,” I lied. I was lying to him, lying to myself. “We can do whatever we want.”

“Can we?” He kissed my neck again as my clit throbbed against his palm.

“Yes. I w-want to. I want to so bad.”

“So do I.” He slid his hand underneath the tights and chuckled darkly when he felt my wetness. “Ah. My virgin needs me.”

“I’m not a virgin anymore,” I said archly. “You saw to that.”

“Yes I fucking did.” He rubbed my clit and pinched it between his fingers. I cried out and bucked against him, involuntarily grinding myself against his hand and cock. He laughed again, the smug fucker, as he rolled my clit between his fingers and made me see stars.

“No,no—” I didn’t want to come already!

“There’s more where this came from, Mrs. Windsor.” Bryce kept up the relentless pace, rubbing my clit over and over. I ground myself against him, my hips bucking, his cock rubbing against my ass.OMFG.He was surrounding me, invading me. He was everywhere.

He pinched my clit hard, and that was all it took: I came undone.

“Bryce!Bryce!” Why did I have to scream his name every time I came? But I was powerless to stop myself as the orgasm crashed through me. He chuckled into my neck as I rocked against his lap, the spasms rolling to my core.

When I came to, he whispered in my ear. “Climb down from the car.Now.”

“Yes,Sir.” My legs were wobbly as I did what I was told. Bryce hopped down, too, pulling me in for a deep, penetrating kiss that did nothing for the weakness in my knees.

Before I knew what was happening, he whipped me around, so I was facing the jeep. “Hold on tight,” Bryce panted.

I bent down and gripped the edge of the car where the door would have been. Bryce wrenched down my tights and thong, exposing my bare ass to the forest.

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