She nods frantically, her body trembling beneath me. “Please... I need it. I need you.”
I ramp up again, fucking her with everything I have, the room filling with our gasps and the obscene sounds of her wetness coating my shaft.
My thumb finds her clit, rubbing firm circles to push her over. “That’s it, baby. Let go. Where do you want it, Layla? Tell me.”
Her eyes lock onto mine, wild and pleading. “Inside me. Please, give it to me.”
I thrust deep one last time, my cock pulsing as I come, hot spurts flooding her pussy.
She clenches around me, her orgasm crashing over mine in waves, crying out my name as her body convulses, her slick mixing with my cum.
We ride it together as my forehead presses to hers, and aftershocks ripple through us both.
I collapse beside her, pulling her into my arms, our sweat-slicked bodies tangled together.
She kisses my chest, her gaze meeting mine. “I never knew it could feel like that.”
I smile, caressing her jaw, leaning up to press a soft kiss to her forehead. “There’s a lot you haven’t been given, baby. I plan to fix that.”
layla
. . .
Today, I finally post what I’ve been working on.
This is it.
You’ve got this, girl.
I’m sitting cross-legged on Reed’s bed, his sheets still wrapped around my hips as my laptop sits in front of me, the cursor blinking as if it knows how important this moment is.
He’s half-asleep beside me, his hair a messy tangle, his mustache rasping against my skin as he nudges his head into my thigh.
He presses lazy kisses on my thigh, making it impossible to focus.
Shifting next to me, he reaches up, gently gripping my chin, guiding my mouth to his, giving me a soft kiss, mumbling. “Mornin’, sunshine.”
I can’t help but smile as my hand automatically threads through his soft curls at the nape of his neck.
He exhales, as if that tiny touch is the best part of his day, and places another kiss on my thigh.
His arm wraps around my legs, pulling me closer as herests his head on my thigh, perfectly content. My heart does that stupid fluttering thing again, mixed with affection and guilt.
My finger hovers over the screen. All the footage from Boots & Bourbon and Ruby Ridge is coming together into a story I’ve been too afraid to tell.
But I promised myself I need to do this, to try this new content and see if it works, so I can finally pack my shit and leave Brian.
I take a deep breath through my nose, holding it for three seconds before letting it out slowly, my finger hovering for a second before I click upload.
The loading bar moves at a glacial pace until it finally uploads, and I swell with pride, but uneasiness fills my chest, making me skittish as pins and needles flood my fingertips.
“It’s up,” I whisper.
He lifts his head just enough to look at me, his sleepy green eyes locked on mine. “Yeah?” he asks, the corners of his mouth lifting into a small smile. “That’s huge, Layla.”
The nerves hit all at once. My hands grow slick with a clammy feeling, my heart races, and I suddenly feel like I’m going to get tunnel vision.
My throat tightens. “I’m terrified,” I admit, my voice cracking as I face the truth I’ve been avoiding. “What if no one cares? Or what if they do and hate it? What if this is just another thing that falls apart and doesn’t work out for me?”
