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What I should do is turn around and walk right out the way I came in, but I don’t. Instead, I strip out of my clothes until I’m completely naked and climb into bed beside her. I’m fucked up, this is fucked up, but I can’t go another night without her taste, without feeling her.
Wrapping my arms around her from behind, I lean forward and touch my mouth to the side of her neck as my hand slides up her body and cups her tit. Curling my fingers around the soft flesh, I grip her there.
Her trembling sigh is fucking perfect. She turns in my arms and lifts her hands, cupping my cheeks as her eyes flutter open and connect to my own.
“This isn’t real,” she exhales.
Before I can answer her, her lips touch mine. I slip my tongue inside of her to taste her, and fuck me, does she taste goddamn delicious. Pulling her closer to me, I moan when her soft tits press against my chest.
She’s wearing a silk camisole, something I’ve seen her in a dozen times. It feels goddamn amazing against my chest, but I want her bare body pressed to mine. Reaching for the hem of the silk top, I slide it up her body, over her head, and toss it to the floor. I do the same with her sexy little shorts.
She’s got goose bumps all over her body. I want to lick every inch of her before I slide inside of her and fuck her. I don’t know if her pussy is still sore, but I hope it is. I hope it stays that way. And if this baby daddy is real, I hope he knows I’m the one who made her pussy sore, not him.
Never anyone else.
Kissing down her jaw, I move to her throat and then wrap my lips around her nipple, sucking her in deep. Her back arches instantly as she presses her tit closer to my face. I open my mouth wider, taking more of her inside of me. I want to fucking consume her—every square inch.
“Fuck me, Ace. Make me come.”
Her words are breathless whispers, and I fucking love them. Especially the way she begs. Shifting my body so my hips are between hers, I release her tit, wrap my hands around the backs of her knees, and open them before pushing them forward. Opening her completely for me.
“You’re not wet enough for that, sunshine,” I rasp as I tilt my chin and look down at her cunt.
“I need you to touch me, please,” she begs.
Chuckling, I shake my head before I lean my torso down and flatten my tongue. Sliding it through her center, I swirl her clit, tasting her. She lifts her hips, wanting more, and I happily oblige. Nuzzling her cunt, I lick her again, swirling her clit, then repeat until she’s bucking beneath me, jerking and whimpering.
Only then do I know she’s ready for me.
When she’s on the verge of crying. That’s when I know she needs me inside of her.
“Are you ready now?” I ask.
Allison hums, but I don’t let her get away with that. I want more. “Tell me, sunshine. Are you ready to be fucked?”
“Yes,” she moans.
Keeping my grip on the backs of her knees tight, I continue to hold her open as I shift to my knees and align my cock with her center. As I watch myself sinking inside of her slowly, I bite the bottom of my lip as I bury myself completely inside of her, to the root.
“I need to move,” she whispers.
I have her immobilized. There is nothing she can do but take what I give her. I’m not giving her a fucking inch to move right now. This is her and me. She’s going to take from me. And maybe by the end of this, I’ll be able to get a straight answer out of her.
However, would it even matter?
My fate is decided. Hers as well. There is no way around it.
In a few weeks, I’ll be married. And as much as I want to keep her as my mistress, the truth of it is, not only is she allegedly carrying another man’s baby, but I’m a man who keeps my promises and can’t do that to Harlow.
So I’ll take from her what I can until I take those vows in front of God and my family. Then it’s done. Just like my fucking heart and soul. Done and dead.
ALLISON
When I come, it’s bigger than anything else I’ve ever felt. I am being held immobile and can’t control anything about my orgasm. Not the way I move, not a damn thing. I didn’t know it was possible, but it is, and as my body trembles beneath his, my nails dig into his shoulders, where I’m sure I’ve drawn blood, but I don’t think I care. No, I don’t care.
He slams into me three more times before he buries himself deep, his back arching as he roars with his release. When his cock stops twitching, his muscles relax and he slowly begins to move in and out of me, his eyes locked in on mine.
My entire being aches right now, because I know that this is likely the last time we will ever be together. I don’t know what brought him here tonight, and I don’t want to know. But his marriage will happen sooner rather than later. It’s the way these men operate.
