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“Fuck, baby. You’re so fucking wet,” he said, breathlessly.
I reached up and gripped my hands through his hair, twisting his natural wave through my fingers, only to spur him on to fuck me harder.
My legs fell open, and he positioned himself into slow circles with his cock that made this orgasm want to explode out of me, surging deep within, bringing everything in me to a simmering boil. My God, I was breathless, yet still breathing. I couldn’t explain how his slow circular motions were making me come undone, but everything was back building and leading up to something that made me unsure of whether I would scream or cry when it happened.
With complete sexual desire, I couldn’t lie on my back anymore. I wanted this man’s dick doing precisely what I needed and on my terms.
I maneuvered John onto his back and rolled with him, keeping his hardness inside of me while I gripped his firm chest, bracing myself to take his cock as I rode him. John’s hands went up to reach into the pillows behind him while his dark eyes fixated on my breasts, bouncing as I rode him.
“Fuck yes,” he muttered in utter bliss as his eyes rolled back. “You feel so fucking good, baby. I want you to come all over me.”
His desperate pleas ripped my orgasm right through me, and from the way his head was pressed deep into his pillow, I had to think the pleasure bolted through me and went straight into him.
I was lightheaded, but feeling like that was just a precursor to what should’ve been. My body shuddered in delight, and my hips moved faster and with purpose. John barked out a sexual sound that kept all of it moving harder and more fervently. He was soaking wet beneath me from my pussy as I felt more pressure building until he clenched my thighs, and an electrical current ripped through us both as we came together.
We hardly moved a muscle as the waves of intensity subsided, and I fell onto his chest and into his arms.
This was beyond any sexual experience I’d ever had, and it was more than just physical. All I knew was that this—us—was right. What we had was not something that we could ever deny again.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
John
We’d missed dinner with everyone, but a quick text to Jake and a thumbs up in response during a short break from Mick and me trying new positions assured me that no one’s feelings were hurt.
Hell, who was I kidding? These guys didn’t get their feelings hurt. They just used your bailing on them as a way to tease you mercilessly for the rest of your life. I didn’t give a shit, though. If there were anything to be embarrassed about, it would be that, for the first time, my parents and their controlling ways made me look like some rich child whose parents bankrolled everything he did.
There was nothing more shameful for me than to have people look down on me as someone who took handouts from my parents because that couldn’t be farther from the truth. Did I enjoy the perks of my parents spoiling me with the riches of life without having had to ask for anything? Absolutely. But there never seemed to be any strings attached.
Until today.
When Jim told me about my parents’ contributions to Saint John’s, I was blindsided, not by him, but by them. I quickly came to realize that their contributions were about more than just trying to cover up that their son was employed at the hospital. That part had never bothered me before. My parents had enormous egos, so it was to be expected that they wouldn’t want it to seem like I had to work, and that was their way of sweeping that under the rug. But when it became clear that the amount of money they were giving the hospital was to make the institution dependent on them, it sent a chill up my spine because I knew their ultimate intention had always been to use it to leverage me to come home.
I was not too foolish to understand that a certain level of ruthlessness came along with the amount of power and influence my parents wielded, but to have it used against me was something I never expected.
I knew they disapproved of me abandoning my life in New York and my duties to the Aster fortune, but I had no idea they’d seemingly set a plan in motion long ago to get me home when they saw fit.
They were smart about it, too. They knew it would take a lot more than threatening money, houses, and cars to bring my ass back. I would honestly live under an overpass before I left my career, my independence, or this beautiful woman softly snoring and tucked into my side.
“Mmmm…yeah…” My thoughts were interrupted from racing in circles as Mickie began talking in her sleep.
Her leg, which was draped over my abdomen, moved up as she pulled herself tighter against my side.
“Harder,” she said, and this time, I couldn’t help but try and steal a glance at her face from the light of the moon shining through the window.
“Do that again…” she softly said, her perfectly plump lips parting ever so slightly.
“Do what again, baby?” I asked, urging her on.
“Run…” she muttered.
I smiled, “Run?”
“Yeah,” she said.
Apparently, she was getting off on a dream about a marathon.
“Okay?”
