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“Have you seen her?” Okay, Leigh, rein in the crazy.
Everett already knows you’re crazy.I argue with myself. What’s the use in hiding it?
“Leigh…” He rubs his hand down my arm and clasps our hands.
I slide my hand out of his grasp and cross my arms. “Have you seen her? It’s a simple question, Everett.”
“No, I haven’t and I don’t want you getting up in arms about her. She means nothing.”
“She meant enough for you to date her.” I argue, petulantly.
“Leighton,” he growls.
“Why are you scolding me for being upset?”
“I’m not, baby. I just…hate that you’re upset.” I look in his warm eyes, filled with kindness and regret and love and hurt. Eyes that I know are full of truth. “And I hate myself for doing this to you.” He looks away from me and towards the front door of my townhouse. He shakes his head. “I just want to make you happy,” he mumbles. “Why is that so fucking hard?” His words successfully knock the wind out of me. My chest tightens and for a second, I feel like my heart might explode from my chest. Everett Cartwright does make me happy. Ever since we were nine years old, when I linked our pinkies and told him we were best friends. Things weren’t so complicated then. Happiness was such a simple concept. A simplicity I long for as we take our relationship into uncharted territory.
“You do.” I bite my lip and move across the table to sit in his lap in an attempt to lighten the mood. I rub my nose against his, and a smile floats across his face. “Sorry,” I whisper, “for being crazy.”
He raises an eyebrow at me and pinches my side playfully. “I like you a little bit crazy.”
I slam my hand down on the bed, as my face is pushed hard into the mattress. “HARDER!” I screech as Everett plows into me from behind. One hand is in my hair, pulling hard as he simultaneously pushes me down, and I feel my pussy start to pulse in preparation for the orgasm I know is only moments away. “Stay the fuck down, Mills,” he growls as he lets my face go and lays a hard smack to my ass.
Fuck. Again. Please!
“You want more?” he asks and I wonder if I spoke aloud or if he really can hear my thoughts.
“Yes! More!”
“Ask me nicely.”
“No,” I sass and begin to salivate for his response to my comment. I bite my bottom lip, preparing for his reaction when I feel his nails dig into my ass. I yelp and curl my toes as the delicious pain takes over. “Please.”
The “taking things slow” idea had long been forgotten the second we were alone in my bedroom. It only took one look for our clothes to start flying and his cock to slide down my throat.
I shiver as his thick cock stretches me. He fucks me so hard; I swear I can feel his dick in my soul. But I need more. My hand immediately goes between my legs and I graze his cock as he goes in and out of me. I rub my clit, desperate for more friction in between thrusts when his balls slap against my sex. His hands tighten on my hips and then suddenly I feel empty. My sex immediately feels cold without his dick inside of me warming my insides.
I frown. “What are you doing?” He flips me over on my back and stares down at me. “Did I say you could touch it?” He strokes his dick from root to tip, rubbing the juices from my sex all over it. We’d forgone condoms this time in a haste for him to get inside of me, and I clench at the sexiness of it.
“I was close…”
“And?” He raises an eyebrow at me. “If you want to come, I’ll take care of it if you ask nicely.”
“Screw you,” I spit out before sinking my teeth into my bottom lip in attempts to rile him up.
He clicks his tongue against his teeth before he leans forward tickling my clit with the tip of his hard cock. A creamy bead forms at the head and I watch as he wipes it against my slit. He spreads my lips open and I whimper as the air hits my wet cunt. “It’s my job to make you come, Leighton.” He leans down and hovers above me, his dick rubbing against my pelvis. I try to arch myself to get him inside of me, but it’s no use as it tickles the area around my navel. “And I take my job very seriously,” he whispers against my lips before letting his tongue dart out to lick them.
He trails his tongue down my body, stopping at my right nipple. He sucks it into his mouth, nibbling gently on the sensitive nub that always has me crying out. Everett loves biting me everywhere, but there is something about my nipples that makes him more aggressive. He bites harder there than anywhere else and it always causes a reaction somewhere between crying out in pleasure and in pain. The line is faint, but I loved searching for it.
He bites a little harder every few seconds and I already feel the indents in my skin from his teeth marks forming. He lets me go with a pop. “It’s been over a week since I’ve licked your pussy.”
“Trust me, I know.” I swallow in preparation for his mouth between my thighs. I love everything about the rough sex, the aggression, the roles of dominant and submissive we take on in the bedroom because they are so different from our everyday life. But when his mouth is on me, there, he is just Everett. The nervous young guy that turned beet red the first time he asked if he could taste me. The young boy that got teased for having a girl best friend. The man I’m madly in love with.
In those moments, he isn’t aggressive. He doesn’t bite or spank or pull. He worships and loves and turns me inside out in soft, warm strokes. His tongue is strong and unrelenting, but it’s soft and sweet as he makes love to me. It’s like his tongue is telling me he loves me in a voice only my pussy can understand.
It’s insane.
“Fuck,” he whispers, I think to himself because I barely hear him over my heavy breathing. “I’ll never not want this.” He presses his lips to my sex and slides his tongue through my folds.
