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More. I needed more. More kisses. More Bryce. More everything that only he could give me. If I didn’t have my blade, I still had the most important person in the world to me, the man who was kissing me right now as if his life depended on it.
He deepened the kiss, backing me against the refrigerator where the buzz of its motor vibrated against my back. His cock was hard, and he ground the bulge into my vulva. My pussy throbbed, aching for him to fill me as only he could. We kept kissing, though, grinding against each other, panting and groaning, until he broke the kiss and inhaled sharply.
Bed, I expected him to say. Bed. Now.
Instead, he crushed our mouths together once more. Each kiss was rawer than the last, more feral, more primal, until it was only instinct that guided us, as if we were two animals in a dark forest coming together from a sheer urge.
Still fully clothed, we continued to grind against each other, bringing our aching need to a pulsing point. My heart fired rapidly, my skin full of chilly tingles. My core on fire, and my pussy wet and swollen. Already the wetness was soaking me.
Bryce’s hands were everywhere. First on my cheeks, then my shoulders, then one gripping my ass and pulling me tighter against his erection. One cupped a breast, thumbed a nipple. Another pulled one of my thighs upward, giving him a better angle against my denim-clad pussy.
I undulated against him, my body erupting in flames. Could I come fully clothed, just from the friction—
“Oh!” I gasped, my body humming as a climax rolled through me.
My nipples poked hard through the fabric of my bra and shirt, and my pussy contracted around nothing, longing for a cock or a finger inside to help milk more from it. I ground against Bryce furiously, letting the orgasm collide into me.
I was constricted. Wholly constricted by my clothing, yet still I came. I came against this man I loved more than anything, needed more than anything. Wanted more than anything.
He broke our kiss once more and drew in a deep breath. “You’re so hot, baby. That’s it. Come for me. Only for me.”
His words made the climax draw out further, but still…I needed to undress. Be naked. Roll around with Bryce and feel his huge cock inside me.
“Please,” I rasped. “Bed. Naked. Please.”
He pulled me into his arms and carried me to his bedroom. We undressed each other quickly, clothes flying everywhere and landing in wrinkled puddles on the floor.
Naked at last, we fell onto the bed, and within another second—
“God!”
He was inside me, his huge dick penetrating the depths of my pussy, sliding in with ease as I was already dripping wet. My nipples longed for his attention, my skin ached for his touch, but for now, we fucked.
We fucked like the animals we were, as if we were under a full moon in the dark woods, answering nature’s call to copulate, to preserve our line.
It was a good fuck.
A damned good fuck.
The friend we both needed.
When Bryce released into me, I grabbed his ass, trying to push him farther and farther into me as he grunted and bit at my neck.
“Never enough,” he grunted. “Never enough with you.”
God, no. Never enough. I’d never have enough of Bryce Simpson. And as far as I was concerned, this night was just getting started.
Chapter Thirty-One
Bryce
I found solace within her body, peace within her heart and soul. No matter what outside forces—memories of my father’s heinous crimes, haunting recall of things long buried—tried to consume me, Marjorie could give me peace.
I could never let her go.
I had to learn to be the man she deserved, the man worthy of her uniqueness, her beauty, her passion.
Her love.
