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ARIAH
“Fuck, you always take me so good, Love. Look at this tight pussy taking my dick. Barbell by barbell.” Wyatt groans as he rolls his hips, seating himself deeper inside me with each stroke.
“More,” I beg. My wanton plea is barely audible between moans.
Hazel eyes bore into mine, darkening with lust as he grips my ass, angling my body up to meet his thrusts.
But I want more. I need more. I want the darkness I know to linger beneath the jokester. The one that gripped my throat until I came so hard I nearly passed out.
Licking my swollen lips, I return his lust-filled gaze with my own. “More. Please, Wy.”
A smile creeps onto his face as he registers precisely what I’m asking for. His right hand slides up my stomach, gliding over my heated skin. My body shivers at the touch, my nipples tightening in anticipation. I sink my teeth into my lips when his hands wrap around my throat, pulling me to him.
“Is this what you want, Love?”
“Yes.” I blissfully sigh before his mouth crashes to mine, and he eases me back down on the bed, his hand still firmly gripping my neck.
I watch as he stares down where we’re joined. His focus fixates on his cock pumping in and out of me before his gaze returns to mine.
“Such a greedy pussy,” he growls, slipping out of me.
I whimper at the loss of him.
His hand tightens around my throat, his eyes never leaving mine. He watches me, his pupils dilating more as ecstasy is etched on my face. Then, he lines himself up with my entrance and leans over, pressing his lips to my ear. “Wanting my cock,” he croons as he slams back, squeezing my neck until I see spots dance in my vision. The loss of air heightens my sensation, making my walls spasm around him as he buries himself deeper than ever.
I want to scream my release, but he’s using his hold as leverage to piston his hips. My eyes roll until I’m sure only the whites are visible.
“Holy fucking shit,” Wyatt roars, and I feel him filling me as my vision blacks out.
My eyes shoot open, adjusting to the darkness. I look around, sure I’ll find Wy in bed with me. I swear I can almost smell him.
It was just a dream.
The wetness between my legs indicates how real of a dream it was. I guess it’s better to wake up turned on than crying. Perspective.
I climb out of my bed and strip to take a shower. I make it to the door when my phone rings. I ignore it but only make it a few steps into the bathroom when it rings again.
Huffing, I rush to grab it and see it’s Shay.
“Bitch.” Her smiling face pops on the screen. “Why do I have to call you more than once? Didn’t we have this talk already? If you don’t want me to?—”
Cutting her off, I mimic her sassy tone, “Leave my hospital bed and walk to Colorado, you better answer my calls.”
“Well, if you know better, then do better,” she teases. “You don’t want me to interrupt my healing process because you know I will.”
I roll my eyes. “The guilt is strong in this one.”
Shay laughs before she narrows her scrutinizing brown eyes on me. “How are you?”
Rubbing at the brim of my nose, I survey myself. It’s been a little over two months, and while some days are hard, it gets a little easier to breathe each day. Today is one of those days. I’m not plagued by sadness or anger. “I’m good,” I answer honestly.
Satisfied with my answer, Shay’s smile doubles in size. “That’s what I like to hear. Now let me look at your hair.”
I turn my head, allowing her a better view. I just got it done yesterday, and it’s still weird to see my natural hair color when it falls into my face. “I’m still getting used to it.”
“It looks amazing. Don’t get me wrong, I loved your hair when it was blue, but I love this more,” she states.
“Well, it was this or a tattoo. And since getting a tattoo isn’t an option, back to strawberry-blonde I went,” I reply.
