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Canting his hips back and forth slowly, he moves in and out, and I can’t take my eyes off his face. His expression is tight with ecstasy.
“Fuck. You’re tight.” He groans as he leans over and presses his lips to my mouth. The phone is still aimed at us, but he quickly props it against the nightstand as he gives me his attention.
He thrusts in deeper, and I love how he feels so different from Caleb. His body is different. Even his dick is different. The way he moves, the way he kisses, and the sounds he makes. It’s all so unique to him, and I soak up every single bit of it.
Pressing my thigh up, he looks down as he fucks me, reaching a spot inside me that has my toes curling. He pounds harder, and I lose the ability to breathe.
“God, I don’t want to ever stop fucking you.”
“Then don’t,” I reply breathlessly.
His mouth latches on to my neck again, sucking hard. I know he’s doing it to leave a mark, and I don’t stop him. I want him to mark me, make me his, make this moment last forever.
“Harder,” I groan, running my fingers over his buzzed head. “Fuck me harder, Dean. I need it.”
My body is on fire. It’s as if he’s fucking out everything I’ve been keeping in—the regret, the disappointment, the trying, the losing, all of it. I want him to make it hurt. I want him to take me apart and put me back together again.
With a roar, he pulls out in a rush. Then, without warning, Dean flips me over until I’m on all fours. Then he thrusts back inside me. I let out a scream as he hits a spot that burns so good.
I need to come. I need to feel this release. I need it more than I need to breathe.
When he spanks me hard against my ass, I let out a gasp of surprise. “That’s for slapping me,” he says between grunts. The second slap hurts just as much but makes my body crave the pain. It only intensifies the pleasure.
Looking back at him, I notice him staring down at my ass. Then I watch with parted lips as he spits, warm saliva landing in the crack.
When I feel his thumb caressing the tight ring of muscle, I let out a filthy-sounding cry of pleasure. Gently, he presses his finger inside me, and I begin to tremble.
“Has Caleb ever been in here?” he asks seductively.
I shake my head as I stare back at him. He smiles at my response.
“Good,” he replies. “I’m taking this, then.”
He pulses his finger in my ass as he fucks me, and I lose control. My body tightens and then explodes with pleasure. Burying my face in the mattress, I come so hard it brings tears to my eyes. I’ve never felt anything like this.
“Oh fuck. I can feel you coming. Milk my cock, angel.”
I let out another howling groan as the sensation courses through me again and again.
When he begins to grunt and moan behind me, I know he’s coming too. A few more violent thrusts and I feel him shudder against me.
As we pause in this position for a moment, each of us catching our breath, I wait for the regret to sink in, but it doesn’t. In fact, I feel better than I’ve felt in a long time.
It’s not about cheating or Caleb or our sins. It’s about giving space to this part of me that has been begging for a voice for as long as I can remember. It’s about connecting with a person who instills the confidence in me that I need.
After he pulls out and disposes of the condom, Dean and I collapse on the mattress together. I lie on his chest as he reaches for the phone on the nightstand.
While I’m lying in his arms, he replays the video for me. I’ll be honest. It’s hard to watch. To see myself so sexual like that, it’s like I’m looking at someone else. But that is me. And I like what I see.
Dean sends the video to my phone. “If you want to send it to him, I’ll leave that up to you. But for what it’s worth, I bet he would like to see it.”
Nuzzling closer to him, I let out a deep breath and allow my eyes to close. Before long, we’re both asleep.
Thirty
Caleb
“Okay, how about this?” Jules asks, reading from the notepad in her lap. “The statement made by my father, Truett Goode, this past Saturday was made in error. While I have spoken to my father recently, neither I nor my legal team have made any commitment to defend or represent the defendant in a court of law. The charges brought against him are charges I take very seriously as the victim of this offense is also a member of my family, and therefore, I cannot, in good conscience, act as the legal representation for anyone involved in the proceedings.”
