This is what I get for almost a week of keeping it all inside.
She drags her fingernails down my chest, pouting as she shakes her head. “Baby, I already came.”
“I don’t give afuck,” I snarl, pounding into her harder, making her body sway with the reverberations.
She bounces up and down, her hands going to her breasts. A confident expression shapes her face as she sinks her hands into her curves, knowing how crazy it makes me. My head is spinning, my thoughts cloudy, as I struggle not to empty myself inside her.
“Come,” I growl. “Come, come, come.”
With eachcome, I thrust her harder, making her pussy sing wetly for me.
“Fucking cuh…”
I can’t finish. I let out a roar as my back bows, and I push even more possessively inside of her. Wave after wave of come explodes out of me. It’s like an ocean is erupting. Long seconds pass, but they feel like minutes.
Izzy’s moans grow more urgent, and her pussy pulsates around my dick. Her orgasm begins just as my cock is beginning to wilt. I reach between our bodies and rub her clit, fast and hard, as she gasps and throws her head back, owning this moment, biting on the sheets.
After, I slide out and lie next to her, pulling her into my embrace. She kisses my chest and smiles up at me.
“You’re amazing,” she murmurs. “No one’s ever made me feel like that before.”
I smirk, kissing her sweaty forehead. “Don’t worry, beautiful. I’m a big boy. I know there are certain things women feel like they need to say after sex.”
“No more lies, Dom,” she says, suddenly seriously. “If I tell you something, I mean it. It’s the truth. Okay?”
“Okay,” I say softly, kissing her again. “I was only kidding. After all that we’ve been through lately, it makes a change… you know, being in a good mood.”
I’m delirious, smiling like a loon, as if I hadn’t just learned my father was a liar and my world no longer makes sense. But that’s not correct. Here and now, with my woman, itdoesmake sense.
“I’m going to clean up,” she murmurs, standing naked and heading for the bathroom. She grabs her cell phone from where it landed on the floor, giving me a view of her ass and pussy from behind, slick with juices. My cock twinges as I start to grow hard again.
I grab some tissues from a box on the bedside table and clean myself up, then pull up my pants and check my phone. I’ve got one text… from my woman. Sent less than a minute ago.
Izzy: I thought it’d be easier like this. That was incredible, and I love that you’re here. If you’re going to forgive me, I’m ready to see where this leads. I’ve wanted that ever since our first kiss. But I have to go after Aaron. I won’t let him win. He’s said so many sick things to me, used my grandma. Plus, he DESERVES to be punished. And the worst part, Dom? The thing that makes me hate him the most? He made me betray YOU.
I read her message with heavy emotion, then glance at the closed door. I want to rush in there and talk with her in person, but it’s clear she’s doing this for a reason.
Dominic: I can’t risk losing you after I only just got you back. And there’s no IF I’m going to forgive you, Izzy. I already have. If there’s one thing I’ve learned this week, it’s that nothing is ever as simple as it seems. I spent so many years living cold, living distantly, but I can’t regret any of it. It all led me to you. I can’t even be angry at how we met, the lying, the betrayal. Without it, we never would’ve had this.
I’m sure I hear a sobbing sound from the bathroom. I stand and go to the door, knocking on it gently. She sniffles and says, “I’ll be out in a minute.”
“Open the door, Songbird.”
“I promised myself I’d cry less, especially in front of people,” she says between sniffles. “It’s manipulative.”
“Manipulation requires youwantingto manipulate me. Open the door.”
She opens the door, her eyes puffy and red. She’s wearing a bathrobe now. That’s a relief, because seeing her naked would break my resolve, even with the sadness written plainly on her face.
“I’m here,” I murmur, pulling her into a tight hug. “And I’m not going anywhere.”
“It’s just all… so much.” She clings to me tightly. “I was starting to convince myself, maybe, I could let this go. Grandma asked about us, and I said it was just a short fling, no big deal. But that was a lie. I know it hasn’t been long, but it feels like a big deal. Doesn’t it?”
She asks the last question with heartbreaking hope.
You can’t give yourself to this woman,my father warns in my mind.You can’t trust her. You can’t trust anybody.
I’m done listening to voices from beyond the grave.
