Page 50 of Never Tear Us Apart


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She draws in a breath. “You remember?”

“I remember every second of being with you.” I lean in closer, warm breath fanning her neck. “Every first, and every last.” I dig my fingers into her hip and tighten my hold of her neck. “And something tells me you do, too. So, I’ll ask you again. Why were you there? Were you trying to make me jealous?”

She grips my shirt and the heat of her touch grazes my skin through the fabric. “Not everything is about you.”

“This isn’t about me. This is about us. So be a good girl and tell me the truth.”

Ellery liked being my good girl. She never came harder than she did when I praised and rewarded her. If we are going to do this…if we are really going to move past the hurt and anger and build something else in its place, then it starts with honesty. The kind that comes with knowing the reward will be a kind of satisfaction like no other.

“Yes,” she says finally. “I was trying to make you jealous.I was trying to make you want me again, knowing that you couldn’t have me.”

“Oh baby.” I stroke her cheek. “I already told you. Wanting you was never the problem.”

I lean in and kiss her neck and the energy in the room shifts. “Was that so hard?” I murmur, while savoring the sweetness of her skin.

“Yes.” She puffs out.

I nibble on her earlobe and then pull it between my teeth, biting it gently, before sucking. “Why?”

“Because I hate you.”

“You don’t hate me.” I pepper her jaw with kisses. “You hate what I did. And I’m sorry. I never wanted to hurt you. But Iwillmake it up to you. I promise.”

“How?” she whispers.

“Turn over.”

She pulls back and swallows, eyes searching mine. “What?”

“You heard me.” I grip her hip tighter, kneading the smooth skin. “Turn over and get on your hands and knees.”

She looks at me, hesitant, and when she sees I’m not kidding, she sits up slowly.

I pull back and watch her, mesmerized by the way she moves, and when she gets on all fours, I can’t help but groan. Her plump little ass cheeks peek out from under her boxer shorts, just begging to be touched.

With a tingle in my fingers, I reach for the waistband of her shorts and pull them down slowly, and when I see she’s not wearing any underwear, my cock twitches.

“I’m going to make you come, Ellery, just like I used to because good girls get to come. And you’re still my good girl, aren’t you?”

She whimpers and grabs the comforter as I bring my hand up the inside of her thigh. Her skin is smooth and the muscle on herleg makes my mouth water. But when I reach her pussy and find it bare, my dick grows harder.

Her body has matured, but she still smells and looks the same. But this…this is something new, and shit, hot as hell.

I rub my palm up and down her smooth mound, relishing the way she feels and enjoying every second of touching her again. But when I run my finger through her slick slit, and dip it into her warm, wet heat, neither one of us can fight our moans.

“Shit,” I puff out, wanting to open her up to my touch and feel her soak my hand with her arousal.

With every stroke, each caress of her clit, she moves just as she used to under my touch.

Placing my other hand on her back as I dip another finger inside her, she rocks against my hand and moans. “That’s right baby. Close your eyes and remember how good I make you feel.”

“God Cruz, shut up,” she pants, and I can’t help but laugh.

Ellery likes to be played with. She loves to be touched and sucked. But she also knows how good it can be when she’s under my command, and her submission gives me a high like no other.

Bringing my hand back to her ass I grab both cheeks and spread them, and when I dive in and swipe my tongue from cunt to clit, she lurches forward.

“Oh, shit,” she cries out, while twisting the comforter in her tiny hands.

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