AllFreeNovel
Share Us
No, because my boyfriend had been inside of my body enough times that I knewexactlywhat I wanted from him, and he was never less than one hundred percent willing to oblige.
Hooking one of my legs over his shoulder with one arm, Joey grabbed my hip with his free hand and thrust into me so fast and furiously that the familiar sound of my head smacking off the headboard, and subsequently the headboard cracking off the wall, filled the room.
Beyond aroused by the boy between my legs, I reached out and clutched the sheets, needing to find something to ground me, as my body flooded with heat.
“I want that whore out!”
My breath hitched in my throat when I heard the familiar voice bellowing from the other side of his bedroom door.
"I want that cunt out of my house."
Bang, bang, bang.
"Do ya hear me, boy?"
Bang!
"Get that whore out of my house!"
Just like that, every muscle in Joey's body coiled tight with tension, and he was gone from me.
Pulling out, he sat back on his knees, hands resting on my bare thighs. His chest was heaving, his face still swollen and bruised from the last time they’d fought.
“Ignore him,” I begged, more for his sake than mine. “Joe.“
"I can’t," he whispered, shaking his head. "I can't hear that." His voice cracked, and he drew in several sharp breaths. "I'm going to kill him."
"No." Breathing hard, I sat up and cupped the back of his neck with both hands. "It's okay." Dragging his toned body back down on mine, I held his face between my hands and forced him to look at me, "Just concentrate on us."
"Molloy." Trembling, he shook his head and rested his weight on his elbow. "I can't let him say that aboutyou."
"I don’t care," I hurried to soothe. "Fuck him. I don’t give a damn about what he thinks of me."
"But I—"
"Just stay here, Joe," I begged, wrapping my legs tightly around him, desperate to keep him with me.
I knew what would happen if he left this room and my heart couldn't take it.
Sliding a hand between us, I slowly pumped his shaft before guiding him back inside me. "It's okay." Thrusting my hips upward, I used my body to keep him safe. "Just be with me."
A hand clamped down on my hip, tugging me flush against him.
He was so warm.
Smelled so good.
"Get that cunt out of my house, ya little bastard!"
Exhaling a pained groan, Joey clenched his eyes and buried his face in my neck. "Aoif—"
"I love you, Joey Lynch," I whispered, cradling his face to my neck as he thrust inside me, hips moving almost frantically. "I love you so much."
My heart cracked clean open when I felt the first tear land on my collarbone, followed by another and another.
He was still moving inside me, still taking what he needed from me, but he was broken.
And I was terrified that I couldn't fix him.
