breasts . “I love your body. If you don’t believe me, just ask my hard and throbbing cock.”
I looked down at him. “Do you?”
He smirked then made him twitch. “See?
“I just want to be perfect,” I said sadly.
“But you are.”
“No, you are.”
“Well, I am pretty perfect.”
I hit him in the chest harder than I meant to. “You’re so full of yourself.”
“And you’re about to be full of me.” He separated my legs then moved over me, his face close to mine. He pressed his tip to me then pushed.
“Hmm…” I gripped his biceps then widened my legs. “I love him…”
He moaned at my words then moved all the way inside.
“Flynn, you’re the best sex I’ve ever had.” My fingers dug into his skin.
“I know, baby. But I love hearing you say it anyway.”
I lay back and felt him slide in me and out again. “Oh god, yes.”
“I love it when you’re drunk.”
I bit my lip. “Harder.”
“You got it.” He pinned one leg back so he could have more space.
“Fuck me, Flynn.”
He moaned again. “I love it when you talk like that.”
“Fuck me!” I yelled. I was totally out of my mind. His brother was just in the next room but I couldn’t stop myself. I loved how good it felt.
“I’ll fuck you, alright.” He thrust into me, making the headboard slam against the wall repeatedly.
“Flynn, you make me come so much.” My hands moved to his back then his ass. “You’re so good at it.”
He was panting and sweating, giving me everything he had.
I felt the explosion between my legs and I gripped him for the ride. I screamed his name, telling all the other renters who was having sex with me and how good he was at it.
“I’m done,” I said breathlessly. “You can come now.”
“You’re giving me permission?” he asked with a laugh.
“I want you to come inside me.”
His eyes turned serious. “I love coming inside you.”
I gripped his ass and pulled him into me over and over. I locked my gaze with his and watched the pleasure move into his eyes. “Come on…” He breathed deeply while he slammed into me over and over.
“Hmm…” He gripped one hip while he depleted himself inside me, moaning and grunting. “Fuck yeah.”
I lay my head on the pillow and caught my breath. “I don’t want you to be with anyone but me.”
Sweat trickled down his chest. “I won’t, baby.”
“Like, ever.” I wrapped my arms around his neck. “I want you all to myself forever. I know that’s selfish but I don’t care.”
“It’s not selfish.” He kissed my forehead. “I feel the same way.”
“I only want you to fuck me.”
The fondness was in his eyes. “Deal.”
“I mean it. Kyle left me and it broke my heart, but if I lost you…I’d die.”
His eyes softened before he kissed me. “You never have to worry about that. I promise.”
“Okay. I don’t believe anyone’s promises, but I believe yours.”
He was quiet for a moment, just staring at me. “That means a lot to me.”
I pulled him down to the bed and snuggled with him. “I’m so drunk I can’t think.”
“Good. You aren’t good at thinking anyway.”
I was too tired to slap his shoulder and my mind was foggy. “Whatever…”
He turned off the light then lay beside me. His hand moved through my hair gently, making my skin prickle. I started to drift into sleep because it felt so good. “I want to be your husband and the father of your children. I want to come home every day to your loving embrace. I want to share every secret with you, whisper to you in bed. My arms will hold you like steel, my heart will bleed every time you cry, and my body will only be moved by your touch alone. Time will continue and swirl around us, changing everything from what it used to be, but nothing will penetrate the relationship we have. Together, we are timeless. With you, I am unaffected. Forever yours I’ll be until the reaper takes me.”
I wasn’t sure if I really heard those words. Was I
Chelle Bliss, Brenda Rothert