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“Your randoms never felt like this, did they? Murphy can’t fuck you the way I can.”
“Keep telling yourself that, baby.”
Slap!
The blow lands loudly on my butt cheek but isn’t overly hard. It’s the reaction I want, nonetheless.
“I don’t need to convince myself; your body is doing that for me. I feel your greedy cunt grasping me for dear life each time I try to leave it.” He palms my right breast, squeezing as he leans over my body bringing his mouth to my ear. “Your nipples are hard enough to cut glass. Every muscle in your body shakes with need, Isla. For me. For this cock inside you. You’re fucking lucky I’m giving you the opportunity to have it again.”
His ego makes me laugh; which earns me another swat.
“You’re the lucky one here, Wylder. Me, in your bed, that’s the prize.”
Cillian’s hands tangle with both of mine. He stretches them up above of our heads, bringing the weight of him down on me as he slows the pace of his hips to a slow roll. It pushes my clit into the edge of the mattress, adding more sensation to my already electrified body.
“I know. For as much as I want to hate you with everything I have, the same way you do me...” With an even pace, he pushes the tempo of his hips. A little faster, then a little faster, then a little more. “It’s always been you who haunts me. You’re my every dream and every goddamned nightmare. Get there, Isla. Finish with me inside you so I can cover your secrets with my cum.”
I’m not sure what he means by that, but his vicious dirty talk turns me inside out. I grind harder against the mattress and push against him, following the lead his body takes. Within minutes, I’m biting the sheets to keep from screaming out in pleasure. I don’t want to give him that satisfaction, nor do I want to wake up Sadie and the closest neighbors.
“Try all you want, Isla. You can’t hide how good that was from me,” he says, pulling out before I’ve even finished shaking. Easily, he rolls me over and climbs up my body, pinning my shoulders between his knees. He pulls the condom off and tosses it aside as if it’s offensive. “Stick that lying tongue out, honey. I’m going to wash your mouth out.”
Holy hell.
I watch with rapt fervor as he strokes himself, placing the head of his cock to the tip of my tongue. He steadies my face with his other hand, his thumb hooking to the corner of my mouth.
“Mmm,” he moans. “Just like that. Don’t you fucking swallow until I tell you.”
The first hit covers my tongue. I blink in surprise but don’t close or swallow. The next one lands on my top lip, dripping down into my waiting mouth. After a few more, instinct takes over, but he holds me open with his thumb, angling me so at least I won’t choke on it.
“Now. Rinse it around and swallow it down, baby,” he says after his last groaning release. Narrowing my eyes at him, I push some of his cum out, letting it drip down. Cillian swipes it with his fingers and pushes it between my lips. “All of it, Isla. You know you’ve missed it.”
I have. I hate us both for that, but he’s not wrong. Missing what we had, or what I thought we had, has become like nature for me. It was easy with him and me. I could be myself, comfortable and vulnerable in ways I’d never been before or since.
Cillian rolls off me, sitting beside my splayed body. With difficulty, I peer up at him, allowing eye contact as I try to read his reaction.
“They’re bigger now,” he says, weighing a breast in his hand.
“I think they’re supposed to shrink back up with breastfeeding, but Sadie wouldn’t latch.”
“Is that normal?”
“It’s not uncommon. Especially when the mother has postpartum depression.” Just like that, I lay it out. The last big secret I’ve withheld from him.
“What was that like,” he asks, lying on his side next to me.
“It was awful. One moment, I was numb to everything, the next I’d be nearly manic. It was a struggle to eat or sleep, I’d just stare at Sadie as she slept and wonder what was wrong with me. Or how much she was going to hate me. I failed most of my classes that semester, which only added to my depression. I was failing at everything all at once. When the emotions I was supposed to be having started to wake up, I was overwhelmed with guilt that I’d spent so much time not bonding with her. So that was a whole other kind of torture.”
“I wish you had told me. I’d have done whatever I could.”
“You finding out terrified me by then,” I confess. “I was convinced it would send you and Trina to my doorstep demanding I hand over my baby because you could care for her better.” A tear leaks out and I let it, I won’t hide my pain anymore. I’m strong enough to fight him on whatever he might bring my way.
“You thought I would do that?” He sounds horrified and accusatory.
“Logic didn’t play a lot into my thoughts right then. It took a few months and a great therapist before I started to pull out of it.”
“I’m so sorry,” he says, wrapping an arm over me and pulling me close.
“For what, exactly?” I roll my back toward him, pulling my knees up to my chest.
