Page 92 of Bow & Arrow

“Nah, baby.” I shake my head, plunging in and out of her. “Let it out.”

Her walls squeeze around me, sucking me back in with every stroke. We both know I can’t last when she does that.

“Fuck.” I drop down, one arm holding me up as my strokes quicken. “You’re not playing fair, baby.”

“Playing. Fair. Was. Never. A. Rule,” she barely gets out, before moaning over her words. “Right there, don’t stop!”

I don’t tell her that I don’t plan too, instead, I quicken my pace, edging deeper in her, her juice glistening on my dick every stroke I pull out. Damn, her pussy is so good, like a drug, and to say I’m addicted is an understatement. I’m a fiend, I need her daily. My lips brush along her neck to her ear.

“Say it,” I tell her, my teeth nip her lobe.

Nails dig into my rubs. “It’s yours,” she says breathlessly rocking into me. “Omg, it’s yours forever.”

It may be corny to some guys, but I fucking love hearing her tell me that. I want this pussy forever, I want all this shit forever, six feet deep forever. Bliss will be mine, forever.

“Better be mine,” I grunt. “I love you, Arrow.”

I feel her legs quiver against my chest, she’s close. Bliss bites down on her lips, arching her back, pushing up into me, her eyes roll back, and her nails are clawing at my sides.

“Yes! OH! I love you toooo!” She shakes, her release flows around me, making my balls tighten up with one last stroke before I’m filling her.

I press kisses to her damp skin. “Better love me.”

She hums against me, “Always.”

Always. Forever. I should be running as fast as I can, but this is it. She is it, for once I’m not running or hiding. I’m coming head on.

Jackson,

So, I did it. I brought a girl home and it was better than I expected. Everyone loves her, and my dad hasn’t scared her off yet with his no filter. I wish you were here to meet her too, she would have loved you. Speaking of love, can you believe I said that four-letter word? I’m crazy in love with Bliss. It’s scary as fuck, what if I fuck it all up? I’m winging the whole thing, hoping that I don’t trip, but I know she’ll be there to pick me back up. How sappy do I sound right now? Maybe I should be glad you aren’t here, so you can’t laugh at how pussy whipped I am. Who am I kidding, you're probably already laughing at me. Never thought I would ever be in love, but here I am, man, my heart literally beats for her and beats because of her. I even want to sound all poetic and shit, she’s the end and beginning. There, now you can laugh your ass off up there in basketball heaven, asshole. Anyway, I’m going to go back to staring at my girl, I’m a creep now too apparently. Seriously, though, I miss you J.

-Cuba

Folding the letter into fours, I slip it into my duffle bag under my clothes. I don’t know why I hide this from her, maybe because it feels a little silly, but knowing Bliss, she’ll tell me how great it is. At times, I wonder if I deserve her positivity, maybe I do or maybe I don’t, but I take it anyway. Looking back, Isee that she’s still asleep, her blonde hair a mess against the dark blue pillowcase. She’s only wearing my basketball shirt and nothing else. The rest of her body hidden under the covers.

Rubbing my eyes, I look at the clock on the nightstand, it’s barely nine. I doubt my parents will be up, they stopped getting up early after my dad retired from baseball, I was ten. Slipping my sweats on, I stretch and head to the kitchen.

The house is quiet as I walk down my hallway. My room is on the other side of the house from my parents and the living room joins the two separate wings.

I’m surprised to see my dad sitting in the recliner with a cup of coffee, his dark brown hair tousled from sleep.

“Dad, you scared the crap out of me.” I hold my chest for effect.

He lifts an eyebrow. “Well, make sure you clean that shit up.”

Shaking my head, I laugh. “Yeah, okay.”

My dad looks up and studies me. “You remember when you were eleven and we watched that scary movie about Freddy?”

“How can I forget,” I reply dryly. “I had nightmares for a week.” I told him I didn’t want to watch that stupid ass movie, but he said it would be fine, it was nowhere near fine, it was horrible.

“And you would say you called for me, but I didn’t come to your room?”

I lean against the back of the sofa and narrow my eyes. “Yes, dad. I remember, why are you bringing this up?”

His lips twitch and he take a sip of coffee. “I lied.” He shrugs. “I heard you, I just liked to fuck with you.”

I let this process, he could hear me when I had nightmares and would scream. He heard me that whole time. Then it comes to me, fuck.

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