Ainsley Morgan likes it rough, and I’m going to give it to her.
Her eyes well with tears, and her moans turn to whimpers. She’s so close, I can feel her walls clenching around me.
Keeping my hand around her neck, I reach down with my other hand to rub her clit with my thumb. Her back arches off the mattress, and her eyes roll back in her head.
“You’re so beautiful.” I grunt as I get closer to my own release. “I can’t wait to see you come with my cock inside you.”
Circling her clit, her body starts to shake.
“That’s it, Ainsley,” I whisper, dropping my forehead to hers. “Come all over me.”
She cries out my name, her body shuddering, her pussy spasming around me.
It’s only seconds until I’m coming with her, pumping my release inside of her while my gaze is locked on hers, making sure she knows it’s her—it’s only ever going to be her.
It always ever was her.
Ainsley sees the man I am, and knows all I’ve been through to get here. Gazing into her hazel eyes, I’m overcome with emotion and it’s almost too much to bear.
I come with her name on my lips, chanting it like a prayer for penance.
When we’re both sated, I collapse onto the bed beside her. The only sound is our panting as we suck in ragged breaths, waiting for our heartbeats to slow to a normal rhythm.
“I was going to say that can’t happen again...” Ainsley says, rolling her head to the side to look at me. “But that definitely needs to happen again. And often.”
A loud laugh bellows from my chest. I wrap her in my arms and hold her there for just a few minutes before we have to get up and head to the bathroom.
“I can definitely make that happen.”
Because now that I’ve had a taste of her, I’m not letting her go.
Chapter 27
Ainsley
I archmy back and stretch my legs.
A dull ache between my thighs has my eyes popping open, and the memory of last night floods my senses at once.
I had sex with Landon last night.
Multiple times.
I force my eyes shut, pretending like I can go back to sleep and remain in this post-sex bliss for a little longer before I have to face it in the light of day.
I had sex with Landon.
And God was it good.
But what does this mean for us now?
My head swirls with questions, the unknown threatening to swallow me whole.
The weight of Landon’s arm presses down on my stomach. I peek at him through one half-opened eyelid. He looks so peaceful, his chest rising and falling with the steady cadence of his breaths.
Nerves crawl under my skin as my pulse spikes.
I need to get out of here.
