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Her mouth pops open as she sits in a perfect kneel, her hands on her thighs. God, I love her. I love that she gives me what I need when I need it most. I want to do the same for her. Give her everything she could ever need. I stand before her, watching her bright eyes sparkling up at me, her face soft and her sexy mouth open, waiting for me to fill it.
“That’s what I need,” I hiss, rubbing the head against her lips, “need you to let me have you just how I need, when I need it. I love you. I fucking love you,” I growl, pushing forward and watching her throat work as she takes me deep.
That pretty pink mouth of hers closes around the base of my shaft as her tongue swirls up, down, around, making my balls ache. Licks at the tight sac and I rock on the balls of my feet. Christ, that tongue. She sucks at me until her cheeks hollow out and I pull back until a pop echoes in the room, then I surge forward, gagging her.
“Pretty girl,” I husk, brushing her wild hair back to gather it at the nape of her neck, “always so good for me. Take me just like I need you to,” I grunt, starting to fuck her silky mouth, my throat working as I hiss out guttural sounds.
Her whimpers as I literally choke her set a fuse flickering in my shaft. Roughly gripping the back of her throat, I rock in a brutal tempo, fisting her hair to control her movements. Tears slip down her temples and saliva drips down her chin, but she sucks me harder, humming as a tremor works its way up my shaft. I am close and my girl wants it, she wants to suck me down.
Pulling out of her mouth again, I bend, sweeping up her tears and the spit at her mouth and rubbing it against her cheek. I lean in close, her head still in my grasp, and lick the mess I made off her face. Dropping my hand from the back of her throat, I reach between her thighs.
“So wet you made a mess on the floor,” I tease her, rubbing roughly at her swollen sex, smirking when she gasps at the harsh touch, “ought to make you lick that up, huh?”
Paisley lets out a mewling sound and I chuckle. Scooping her up, I throw her over my shoulder and head for the stairs. Swatting her ass, I grip a handful of her in my hand and growl, loving the soft slope of all her curves. When I get to the bedroom we’ve been sharing, I dump her back on the bed, watching her throw her wild honey hair out of her face.
Her full breasts bounce as she breathes faster and faster, waiting for me to pounce. And I am about to pounce. Rounding the bed towards the side of the bed she has taken up—though most days we end up cuddling in the middle—I yank the drawer of the bedside table open. Pulling out the pink toy that she thinks she hid from me, I arch a brow at her.
“You think you need this? Should I be offended, babe?”
The flush that works its way from the apples of her cheeks to the tips of her breasts makes my cock jerk with impatience. He wants inside her, he knows where he belongs. Hell, maybe he wants to show the thing up. I smirk just thinking of my cock being jealous of the little pink toy.
“N-No? I just had it because,” she stammers, looking away before I grasp her chin, bringing her eyes back to mine, “I mean...you know why.”
“Yes, babe, I know why,” I grin as I say the words against her mouth, “glad I had no competition. This could never fill you the way you need, could it? But I want you to use it. Show me how you got off without me,” I demand, flicking the button on the end and feeling it come to life. I aim it between her legs, rubbing it up and down between her wet slit and watching her legs quake.
As she always does whenever we shift into these roles, she does not even hesitate. With her eyes locked on mine, she props herself up on an elbow, her hand wrapping around the buzzing toy. It’s barely half my size but I learn quickly the size is not what matters.
Her mouth falls open as she presses it against herself, slowly pushing it inside. Watching with rapt fascination, I wait for her to find a rhythm so I can match the strokes I work up my dick. When she tilts it up to hit her clit, she gives a sound I have never heard before.
“Do that again,” I command, gripping the back of her neck as I crowd her, laser focused on the show between her thighs.
Oh fuck, I am so close the vibration of the toy shudders up my cock. I throw my head back just like she did as the pulsing pleasure, like a strobe light flickering inside of me, goes off. I push my hips forward, inching just inside her.
“Oh,” she cries out, falling back against the bed, “more...yes!”
Grabbing her hips, I yank her to the edge of the bed. My hips slap forward, and she lets out that same sound again, rubbing the toy’s rounded tip against her hard little nub. As I start to pound into her, the vibrations course up and down my cock, her entire pussy vibrating as she plays with herself. She can use that toy all she wants—as long as I am the one filling her up.
When she lies back on the bed, one arm reaching overhead to grasp at the sheets, I just watch her take me. Watch the sway of her tits, the way her throat works as she pants and calls my name, tells me she loves me, and begs me to fuck her harder. She is a goddamn goddess taking me and she is all mine.
If I get it right, I will get this forever—I will get her forever.
“Say the words while you drench us both, babe,” I grunt, gripping her hips so tight I am sure I will bruise her, “let me hear them. You know I need them.”
“I love you. I love you, Bran. Always...oh! Yes!”
Bowing over her, I press my face against her throat as I slam into her relentlessly. She comes and I can feel she does soak us both. But I don’t stop. I can’t. I feel sometimes like if I stop, that’s it. I’ll never know this feeling again. And I can’t lose it again.
Much later, as she lies sleeping in my arms after I spend half the night taking her like a savage, I can’t rest. I hold her too tightly, I press kisses over her shoulder, combing shaking hands through her hair. I let her go before because I was stubborn and stupid, and I don’t know if am any better than I was then. I want to be, and I have been working to get it right this time.
Only she can tell me if I have put in enough work to make it count.
CHAPTER 11
Paisley
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We are lucky, those of us who get second chances.
