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"It is, baby, I promise."
I let out a sob. "But-but you needed stitches; how is that minor?" He grips me tighter as his lips find mine. I instantly melt into him, my hands going to his shoulders and then neck, holding him tightly to me. I feel him smile against my lips before he pulls back, rubs his nose against mine, and then pecks my lips again.
"Freckles, I, shit, I need to know did-did he…?"
He squeezes his eyes shut, feeling sick, and I sniffle and whisper, "Just his fingers."
Smokey nods, holding me tighter, and nothing but love oozes from me for this man, a man I doubted.
Two years ago, he didn't ruin our relationship. He messed up, yes, and he's lucky to still have his balls for the crap he said to me in front of our girl, but he didn’t ruin us. He made up for his behavior within a few months. I ruined us. I destroyed our relationship by believing his ex.
I sob, knowing I don't deserve this man. His lips find mine again, the coldness of his lip ring making me feel at home. Again, I melt, determined to have him one last time before I let him go. He deserves someone who won't hurt him for two years, pretending to be with someone else.
I'm such a selfish bitch.
I push on him gently, wanting him to erase the fingers inside me, wanting him. He goes willingly as I climb atop of him, careful of his side as his hand cups my neck. His other hand goes to my hip, our kiss heating up.
"Freckles…" he rasps against my lips, and I shake my head as I kiss his jaw, and then neck. "Jonny, help me forget…."
He groans, his fingers tangling in my hair as I kiss down his chest. I can feel my heart beating hard as I reach his wound, gently kissing around it, and then moving further down. I kiss his lower stomach as my fingers hook in the top of his shorts, and gently drag them halfway down his ass. My hand gently grabs his cock.
He groans, "Fuck baby, squeeze it…." And I do. Pre-cum beads at the tip over his piercing, and I lick it away, savoring the musky taste that I've missed so much. I suck the tip into my mouth.
"Fuck Freckles, that's it…."
His moans spur me on as I take him all the way down my throat, feeling the metal of his piercing hit the back of my throat, causing me to gag. I breathe through it, focusing on the man in front of me, ensuring my mind never wanders to the hell I've been through. I gently squeeze the base of his dick as I move my head up and down, sucking as I go. My other hand finds his heavy balls, tight with the need for release. I fondle them, gently squeezing, before tugging on them as my tongue gently laps on his. I lavish my attention on his as I suck his cock.
"Oh, fuck baby, I'm going to cum."
I double my efforts, wanting to taste him, but he has other ideas.
He lifts me from under my arms, making his cock fall out of my mouth.
I murmur, "Your stitches…."
He just smirks at me before he kisses me, and I moan when his tongue enters my mouth. His taste is addicting. The head of his cock presses against my center. I gasp against his lips, our gazes connecting as I slowly move down his member. Slight pain hits my lower stomach, but I ignore it, knowing it's because of my trauma, a trauma I don't want to think about.
I just want to think about him.
"Freckles," he groans, but I shake my head and kiss him again. I slowly lift up, leaving his tip inside me, then slam down again.
I don't think I'll come, but I know he will.
I go a little faster, our kiss heating up as he brings his hands up my sides, slowly removing my dress, then breaking the kiss to rip it over my head. My lips automatically go back to his, my hips still moving as he unclips my black bra. Once bared to him, his fingers find my nipples. He twists them, then pulls lightly, making me flutter around him. He groans, moving a hand between us, finding my clit as his other hand continues playing with my breasts.
He rubs my clit in circles, and I move my hips faster. I feel the tightening of my belly, shocked that he's making me come. Fluid gushes between us, my orgasm rushing through me, making me gasp against his lips. His hips thrust up—one, two, three more times before he stills below me, groaning as his dick throbs inside me, filling me with his cum, neither of us caring about contraception.
Smokey grips my cheeks as he kisses me like it'll be our last time, and I know in my heart it will be, even though I don't want it to be.
As his tongue tangles with mine, he puts pressure on me, twisting us so he's on top, in between my legs, his dick still deep inside me, my arms wrapped around his neck, my legs around his waist. He slowly moves his hips back before thrusting forward, making me gasp at how hard he is again. He breaks the kiss, rubbing his nose against mine.
"I hope you're not tired, baby because I'm nowhere near done with you."
I smile, then lean up and kiss him. I feel him smile against my lips as he takes over the kiss. He spends the next two hours loving my body, erasing my trauma.
A few hours later, Smokey's asleep, and my heart is pounding. I need to leave and cut ties with him. I love him so much, but how can he forgive me for not trusting him, for not knowing his character when he proved every day that I was the one he wanted?
I sit up from where I'm lying on his chest, wanting to watch him for a few more minutes before I leave. I take in his features, the roughness of his jaw, his lip piercing, everything.
