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I frowned. “But I do.”
I was saying things that I probably shouldn’t. The alcohol giving me courage to do and say things I wouldn’t normally do or say.
Yet, I couldn’t find it in me to shut my mouth.
Not about this.
“I know it’s only been a short time,” I said as I watched him come to a stop between my legs, his big body hovering over my much smaller one. “But it’s been enough time that I know that I don’t ever want this to end.”
He growled and attacked me, his mouth coming down on mine so fast and hard that I barely got a full breath in before he was kissing the holy hell out of me.
When his tongue touched mine, I knew that I was just as wild as he was.
I wanted just as much.
I needed his touch.
I craved his…
He slid his cock inside of me, one small inch, and we both froze.
Whether it was by design or accident, I didn’t know, but the feeling of that hot piece of man flesh entering into me was momentous enough that when his gaze moved to mine, we both stared at each other as the intensity built inside of us.
“When you’re not drunk,” he whispered as he slowly sank farther and farther inside. “We’ll have this discussion.”
“I love that you’re being sweet and all but…” I lifted my hips. “I really need you to move. Harder.”
He pulled out, which was the exact opposite of what I’d wanted, and then he flipped me over so fast that I gasped in surprise.
“Shit.” He froze, his hands on my hips where he’d grabbed me. “Did I hurt you?”
I went up onto my knees, pushing my backside into his hips, grinding against the hard cock that was jutting against me now, and said, “I’m okay.”
I did make sure to keep most of my weight on my good shoulder, though, leaning a little slightly to one side and keeping my good forearm planted in the bed to take the brunt of the pushing that I had a feeling was about to happen.
When he slowly unclenched his hands from my hips, he did so a whole lot less excitedly than when they’d first gotten there.
“I’m okay,” I promised, wiggling my hips again.
He sighed. “I really didn’t think about…”
I got up onto my knees, turned around, and then pushed him backward before he could so much as prepare for what I was about to do.
Then, as he was blinking up at me in surprise, I took advantage of him and climbed him like a prized bull.
Reaching for his cock with my one good hand, I brought him to my entrance as I straddled his thighs.
I had him sheathed inside of me before his hands could even meet my hips to gain purchase.
Groaning at the feel of him filling me up, I went to town, my eyes closing, and my good hand planted on his chest as I threw my head back and rode him like my life depended on it.
And when, after about ten thrusts, I came, I collapsed on his chest and groaned, every ounce of strength leaving me right along with my orgasm.
I was so focused on him that I didn’t notice that he was still hard inside of me until I slowly came aware of him rocking his hard cock back and forth.
I moaned, turning my face into his neck and holding still as he continued to use me.
He followed an indeterminate amount of time later, and the worst feeling in the world was him having to leave me to take care of the condom.
“First thing Monday morning, I’m getting on the pill,” I grumbled as I tumbled into the bed, my face buried in his pillow. “Condoms suck.”
Sadly, there was a mess to take care of, causing me to get up even though my legs didn’t want to cooperate.
After I was cleaned up, I collapsed back onto the bed where I fell into a boneless heap.
Then I fell asleep, not aware of how he came back long moments later to watch me curl around his pillow and breathe deeply.
I also wasn’t aware of him taking a picture and putting it as his background.
• • •
My head was pounding.
Like, on a scale of one to ten, I had a hangover that ranked at about a nineteen.
I groaned and rolled, hoping that the new position would change the pounding to a more manageable level, but all it did was make me want to vomit now, too.
I tried to reposition my head again and felt a crinkle of paper underneath my head.
I slowly lifted my face from the pillow and stared blearily at the white sheet of paper with what looked like chicken scratch written in black ink covering the page.
I reached over for the light next to the bed and nearly knocked the entire damn lamp right off the bedside table.
