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“Are you hurting, Greta? Don’t be hurting, angel God Please”
“I’h the pressure is intense Intense, but fulfilling With a pro beyond ination
“Thank God Now ride it,” he instructs through bared teeth, his shoulders flexing against his restraint “Rub your clit on Daddy Like I showed you What did I say about that sweet, little thing?”
“W-we take care of it” I’rab hold of Eric’s massive shoulders and use the in my throat at the new kind of friction Dirty, slippery, sexual friction that I control I’rind And the power he’s given ratitude, becausethisslick with sweat below, his arousal turning thicker, thicker between hs
“Can’t take irl” His head tosses on the pillows “Fuck, it’s so tight Tell me you’re close”
“I a it, thanks to the slow contraction of inti where they cradle hiroan brokenly, the pace ofhis delicious length, h his sweat-slicked chest, our le
“That’s it You’re fuckingto hold back, to wait for ood”
And then the wave crashes down on atory of being right there, right there, before shooting me back up to the surface To heaven, where the pleasure resides I screa up and back, before pressing tight and holding, treh a release so powerful, it almost scares me
Or it would have if it wasn’t for Eric’sforward and up, our flesh slapping loudly, his strapping body straining to the breaking point,up forcefully intomoisture Eyes blind, jaw slack, he fillsrivers of da instinct, I clamp down around him with thespurt of relief enteringmanhood
I go li that stirs my hair
“Untie me,” he croaks “I need to hold you”
Nodding, I soth to iveuntil the silk knot loosens and then I’htest,of my life One I never want to leave
“Jesus, Greta I…” His arms pull me even closer “Don’t o back to living without you”
When I caht, my plan was to keep a part of myself hidden, sacred, but the doors have effectively been blown off of that plan What just transpired between us wasn’t only sex, it was an exchange of trust andto leave this house to me so securely, that doesn’t scare me Not the way it should
Chapter Seven
Eric
“Angel” I kiss her bare shoulder,at the adorable frown she makes into the pillow “Greta, I have an early practice” I ue down her spine “Come with me I don’t want to be away from you”
“Coh to look at me from the corner of her eye “Wouldn’t it be weird withyou?”
“He’ll have to get used to seeing us together” I gather up her hair in a fist so I can kiss the back of her neck “Especially since I’ you on the road this season Every season”
Greta pushes up onto one elbow, fully alert now, and I see her start to panic Maybe I’ irl owns ht—no, even before that—and I will have her for ht noould loveto press her face down into the sheets and fill her full of cock while explaining very precisely into her ear that she’ll be walking down an aisle i my children