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“Why am I not afraid when I’m with you?”
“Because you know I’ll keep you safe.” She leans in and presses her lips to mine, and I can taste the bourbon on her breath. Not that I give a shit, I don’t. I got her drunk for a reason, and now that I have my answers, I can work with that. The thought of letting him near her again makes my fucking skin crawl. How could you do that to your niece? Your family? Blood? What kind of sick person is he?
Olson deepens our kiss, her lips demanding more than just a kiss from me. And I give it to her. I offer it up on a fucking platter because there’s something about this girl I can’t get out of my head.
I settle her back on the couch and climbed over her, grinding myself against her.
“Why do you drive me crazy, Olson?”
“I don’t know, but I like it,” she whispers before kissing me again. I reach up and wipe the tears from her cheeks before kissing her harder. She moans into my mouth, and I nearly come in my jeans. This girl makes me crazy. She makes me feel things that I didn’t think I’d ever feel.
“I’m gonna fuck you so hard,” I warn her. She nods her head, wanting what I’m about to give her. I know she does. I can feel how hot her body is beneath me.
“Yes, Ridge,” she pants as I kiss my way down her neck. I suck her flesh into my mouth, and her nails dig into my arms as she holds onto me.
“Tell me you want me.”
“I want you,” she whispers. I shake my head and smile at her.
“Tell me how much you want me,” I tell her this time. She looks up at me with so much lust in her eyes, so many emotions I can barely stand it.
“So much, Ridge. You make me feel alive. You make me feel things I’ve never felt before. I want you more than I should,”she says, and all my control breaks. I reach between us, pulling my jeans down and pushing at her shorts. Once they’re out of the way, I lift her leg and slam into her. I can’t wait. I need this. I need her, and that’s a fucking problem. I’m becoming too attached to her. I like having her around too much, and one day, she’s going to be gone. She isn’t going to be here, and that’s what’s fucking with my head.
“You like this? You like me fuckin’ you?” I ask her. She moans her response before I pull back and slam into her. I want her words. I want to hear her say it. I want her to scream for me.
“Tell me, Olson.” I slam into her over and over, hitting her deeper, harder.
“Yes! I love it when you’re inside me,” she cries out as I plunge into her over and over again. Her pussy clenches around me, but I’m not ready for this to be over just yet. I want more, crave more.
“Fuck yeah. Keep doin’ that,” I tell her as she pulses and tugs at my cock. She has me in a vice-like grip, and I never want her to let me go. I roll my hips, taking her a little slower than before, a little easier, and she whines.
“Come on, Ridge. Fuck me,” she begs. How can I say no to that?
“You wanna be fucked? Is that what you’re whinin’ about?” I ask her. She nods her head, but I wait for her to say the words. I want to hear them. “Tell me,” I demand.
“Fuck, Ridge. Yes, I want you to fuck me.” That’s what I wanted to hear. I slam into her, plunging as deeply as I can before I pull out and yank her up. She looks at me confused when I sit back on the couch and motion for her to straddle me. She moves quickly and climbs onto my lap before sliding my cock back inside her.
“Tell me, who can fuck you like I can?” I ask her as I raise my hips and hit her in a new direction.
“Oh god,” she moans as she slowly begins to ride me.
“Tell me.”
“You. Just you,” she cries out this time as she picks up her pace. She rides me hard and fast, just the way I like it, until we’re both panting and gasping for air. I run my hands up under her t-shirt and grab her breasts just as she clenches around me once more. I bite my lip until I taste blood, and then, and only then, do I feel her fall apart.
“Ridge!” My name sounds perfect, leaving her lips. It sounds like everything a man could ask for and more.
“That’s right. Say my fuckin’ name, Olson. Cry for me,” I tell her as I pump my hips into her and find my release. I come hard, hitting her deep inside as she bucks against me, riding out the wave of pleasure she feels. When she’s done, she drops forward, resting her head on my shoulder as I hold her in place.
“You like when I fuck you, Olson?”
“Yes,” she says breathlessly.
“Good. We’re gonna do more of it,” I tell her. She laughs against my neck, and her breath dances over my skin. This could be heaven. This could be everything I’ve ever wanted, but it’s not. She has a life, and I’m just a little detour on her path in life, and that’s something I’m going to have to learn to accept.
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