Page 35 of Gingers Can Do Maths

She hesitates before licking her lips. “I do.”

“Then promise me we’re together from this moment on. No matter what.”

This time she doesn’t pause. “No matter what, I promise I won’t make hard decisions for us alone.”

“Good girl.” I kiss her again, deeper this time. When we separate, the words “I love you Sin.” slips out so easily. So naturally.

I know she feels it too because I can see it floating in her dark gaze.

“I love you too. Always have.”

I’ve never craved to hear something so desperately. I didn’t know just how desperately until she’d said it.

“Always will,” I whisper back.

She throws a leg on top of me and I eagerly drag her closer so our cores are touching. So my cock’s pressing against her slit. I cup her ass and despite her coyness, I can feel the tiniest movements as she rocks against me.

“I never got to thank you for never giving up on me,” she says, her hand slipping beneath my shirt. It’s so warm, so soft, and when she slides it over my heart, it immediately accelerates. “Even when I feel hopeless and lost. After all these years, after all that’s happened, you're still my number one cheerleader.”

Her biggest fan.

“And I’ve never thanked you for always seeing me. Even when no one else did.” My nose burns as I say it, and as if feeling it herself, Sin sniffles and squeezes me tighter. “For always caring about me. Even when you didn’t want to. Even when you shouldn’t have.”

“There’s no one else I’ve ever seen more than you,” she laughs sadly, her eyes glassy. “I know you hate talking about your parents. I know neither of us likes them. But I love them for giving me you.”

I smile back “You’ve always wanted me, right?”

She nods. “Allof you. Can you give me my promise now?”

“Which one?”

She tugs my shirt, and rolls onto her back, coaxing me to climb on top of her and when I do she stares deep into my eyes as I settle into the cradle of her thighs. “The one where you douse my soul.”

I grind into her, showing her that I have no objection but the minute she hears my belt buckle unfasten, she presses on my bare chest.

“Han?”

“Hmm?”

“I don’t want to try and do it this time.” At my confused expression, she clarifies. “Break it. Can you do it? Fast?”

I swear I’m ready to nut just at her words alone. The memory of her trying to impale her sweet little pussy onto my cock just hours ago hasn’t left me yet. She’d fucking strangled me, and I can’t wait to die again.

Of course, I can do it. I’ll do anything to help my Sin.

“Roll onto your stomach,” I say even as I help her spin around before pulling the tiny slip nightdress up her hips and over her head. I watch her tits bounce free, then focus on her glistening slit as she hikes it high in the air, arching her back obediently as I guide her head down. Then, I turn my attention to her reflection in the mirror opposite us as I strip so we’re both completely naked.

She looks so innocent as she hugs her pillow and drinks me in, her eyes trailing down every line before settling on my cock that’s already leaking in anticipation.

“You’re so wet,” I say, stroking her and opening her up with my head, while my other hand plays with her clit, working her up to another climax that will hopefully distract her enough to relax. “But so tight, it’ll hurt no matter what. I hate to think about ever hurting you again.”

“I know,” she whispers, her big eyes so full of fear and trust. “But it’s just for a little while. You said I could do anything, remember?”

I smile at her nervous chuckle. “I know you can. You were built to take me. You’re pussy’s fucking pretty Sin. So plush.”

“P-plush?” she asks hesitantly as I push just a fraction into her entrance. “Is that a good thing?”

Maybe it isn’t the best descriptor, but if I said it was plump, so fucking fat and juicy, she’ll get into her head over her weight. I know she will.

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