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“Me? You can’t believe I did this? Are you serious? I am the one who should be angry.”
“What are you talking about?” I ask him, totally clueless.
“I know she is my daughter, March. She has my fucking eyes.” I stumble back, hand on my chest, my head spinning with his revelation. But I manage to compose myself enough to give him a zing.
“What makes you think she is yours? For all you know, her father could be Taftkan.” He steps towards me, growling my name.
“Peaches.” God. Why is it even when I am pissed, the minute he says my nickname all growly and possessive-like, my panties melt, and I go soft and gooey on the inside? “Don’t ever fucking say that to me again. He was never good enough to lick your boots, baby. You know, and I know it. So why the hell would you dangle him in front of me like that? To hurt me?” The minute he says it, I feel like shit.
Taft was a guy on the football team like Josh. He has always had some sort of rivalry with him, trying to best Josh. One up him. When he found out I was Josh’s girlfriend, it became his mission to try to take me from him. He made me miss my bus by holding me up in the hallway. He knew that Josh was not there. So he offered me a ride home, saying he was sorry. I didn’t know he recorded me getting into his car. By the time we made it to my house, Josh had pulled up and was so pissed he practically ripped me from his car and pulled me behind him before he went after Taft like a challenged lion.
“I’m sorry,” I apologize to him, feeling like a bitch because I know that was a low blow.
“So I want to know why the hell we are going all over the world looking for other men as a candidate? How many guys did you fuck after me? Was I that replaceable that now you are not sure whose daughter she is even though we both know the truth?” I am so stunned by his accusation that I fall to the bed, giving myself a chance to process his words.
How dare he? Doesn’t he know he was my entire world? I would die before I let another man touch me. Even now, I am having a hard time realizing I need to move on. But then again, I am sure he has been sleeping with anything that moves, so… “I don’t have to tell you anything, Joshua.”
“You damn well do. So please tell me. How many of them are there?” Slap. My hand shoots out and makes contact with his gorgeous face before I decide to let loose on him. I am feeling all sorts of things right now, and to be honest, I am not sure either of us is going to get to make it out of tonight the same.
CHAPTER TEN
JOSHUA
Did she just fucking slap me? She moves to slap me again, and I reach out and grab her wrist, stopping her in her tracks. Why is that so hot? My cock hardens and weeps for the woman I love. There’s no turning back now my cheek stings. But it doesn’t matter; all that matters is here and now, her and I.
“How many, March? How many men have you fucked?” I’m close to shouting but I keep it in check.
“How many girls, Josh?” she counters, surprising me.
“What? Don’t fucking turn this around on me.”
“How many?” she whispers. “While we were together?”
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” I say, pulling her closer to me. Without thinking, I drop my lips down to hers. She resists at first, but then she moans and moves closer to me. That’s all the invitation that I need. I don’t waste any time at all. I rip her clothes from her body and do the same to mine. I throw her down on the bed, and she reaches for me. I kiss her again. I’m so fucking angry at her. For everything. For all the years I’ve been without her. This isn’t about making love right now. We both know that.
She’s guiding me to her, and every muscle in my body tightens as I sink into her. Slowly, I inch into her until I’m fully seated within her. Her wet heat is every-fucking-thing. I thrust in and out of her over and over until she wraps her legs around my waist. Her tiny, juicy pussy contracts around my cock. I can hear the squelching sound it makes with every hard thrust, and it turns me on even more. She can’t keep still, meeting my every move. I reach between us and pinch her clit.
“Oh, my God, Joshie. Please. Please. Please,” she begs.
“Fuck you feel so fucking good, Peaches,” I grunt, my hips still pistoning. Fuck, I want her more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.
“That’s it, this is what I need,” she cries out. “Please, please,” She continues to beg for me. My orgasm comes out of nowhere. It’s so fucking hard; I think I might pass out because I’ve forgotten to breathe. My cock swells as I explode within her. Dropping down to my elbows, I kiss her deeply; her pussy clenches with my cock still buried inside of her. Shit, I’ve unleashed a huge load already. My dick shouldn’t be hard again, but it is. She’s the only woman who could do this to me. Her tight cunt calls to me on a primal level that I didn’t know existed. I’m so fucking desperate for her. She squeezes her pussy muscles around me, and I just about die.
"Peaches," I groan as I make several hard, shallow thrusts.
“Again?” she asks.
“We are just getting started,” I groan as I lift her leg into the air and put it on my shoulder. I can’t stop fucking her. She takes every thrust. I literally feel like I’ve come home. I stay inside of her, my cock still hard. It doesn’t surprise me. It’s been five fucking years. I’ve got loads saved up for her.
“ Are you going to answer my question,” I ask, flexing my hips.
“ Which question was that?” she moans.
“How many men have been inside this perfect little cunt?”
“What difference does it make?” It shouldn’t make a bit of difference, but I find that I’m a jealous man. Anger like I’ve known sears my blood and fuels my rage.
“Tell me,” I demand.
