His words set me aflame. “I love you, too.” I arch my hips forward, wanting to feel more of him. He uses his knee to nudge my knees apart and my pussy spasms when I feel his hand dip underneath my dress. My body trembles as he thrusts two fingers upwards, straight into me, and I pulsate around them. I tingle, feeling myself tighten in every muscle, as sensations waver over me.
God, I missed everything about him.
“Fuck, I forgot how much you love it when I play with your tight little pussy,” he whispers in my ear, hitching my leg up around his thigh. “And as bad as I want to taste every damn inch of you, I have to feel you first. I have to take you.”
“Take what’s yours.”
His fingers speed up, driving me crazy. My panties are torn off my legs and thrown across the room. He wastes no time before pushing his cock inside of me.
He drives in and out of me, nuzzling his face into my neck, and gripping my hips so tight I can’t move. He holds me in place, his cock hammering in and out, and it feels so good. I’ve missed him being inside of me. I’ve been dreaming about this for months, touching myself remembering how good he felt inside of me.
24. ZETH
I’m doing something I thought I’d never do again. I’m fucking Addison, right here against my wall in the middle of my living room in California. And fuck, she feels so good.
My hips slap into hers, my cock pumping in and out of her sweet pussy. God, I love this. I thought I’d never get anything this good again. I pick her up in my arms and take long strides across my living room to my bedroom.
She gasps, giving me a dirty look, when I pull out of her. Her body makes a thump, bouncing on the bed, when I throw her down. I fall on my knees in front of her and rip the straps of her dress. I grunt watching her perfect tits spill out against her chest – right in front of my face. I lick my lips, cupping one with my hand, and capturing the other with my tongue.
“How do you want it, baby?” I ask her, shaping my hand around her tit and playing with it.
“I want you on top,” she says. “I want to feel your weight on me. I want you to give it to me how you like. And no condom. I want to feel all of you.”
The girl knows how to fucking set me off. I release her nipple, pressing my palm against the creamy skin of her chest, and push her back down the bed. She’s lying underneath me, her breathing scattered, and waiting for me to give her my dick.
I grab my swollen cock, noticing the juices from her pussy still lingering on the tip, and stroke it a few times. Her back arches off the bed when I ease myself back into her.
Shit, she’s tight, clamping around me. I can tell she hasn’t been with anyone else since I left her. I fill her up, driving in and out of tight pussy, fucking her raw.
I’ll never fuck her with protection again. I’m throwing out every single condom in my house because there’s never going to be a barrier between the two of us again. She’s mine forever. She’s going to be my wife and the mother of my children. And I can’t fucking wait.
I explode inside of her, my entire body shaking as she gets off underneath me. I got my girl back. Life is good.
***
“God, I’m starving,” Addison says, throwing her arm over my bare chest.
“Did I wear you out, princess?” I ask, running my hands along her thigh. I slip my hands in between her legs and slowly stroke her.
“That’s an understatement. You’ve given me like ninety orgasms, so yes, you’ve worn me out for the next week.”
We haven’t left my bed since she got here. That was hours ago. I sent Kelton a text letting him know his baby momma is on the loose and shut my phone off. I wasn’t going to have any interruptions as I gave my girl a happy welcome to her new home.
“So no more sex for a week?” I say, kissing the peak of her breasts.
“Hell no. It was an expression. I’m pretty sure you’re going to be back inside of me in a few minutes.”
“So what’s your plan here?” I ask, getting serious, my finger pausing. I’ll play with her sweet pussy when I get some answers. She stays quiet, her breathing labored, as she tries to get my hand to start moving again.
“Answer me, or my hand is gone.” I need to know this isn’t a temporary thing, that she didn’t save money to buy a plane ticket and is only here for a short trip.
“I got accepted into UCLA. I’m taking out student loans right now. My dad left me some money when he died. I got some of it when I turned eighteen, that’s how I bought my car, but I don’t get the rest until I turn twenty-one. I sold my car, but when that’s gone I’m going to be roughing it.”
I can’t hold back my grin. Fuck, my girl is amazing. She gave it all up for me. “Looks like we’re roughing it together. You know I’ll be helping you the best I can. But I do think it’s pointless you got your own place. You’re going to be in my bed every night.”
“Oh, I didn’t rent an apartment here.”
“But I thought you said you live here?”
“I do. With you.”
I laugh. “A little optimistic, were we?”
“I knew once you saw this beautiful face, you’d invite me in. If that didn’t work, I’d tell you I wasn’t wearing any panties.”
“And how did you know where I lived?”
Her eyes twinkle with mischief. “Who do you think?”
“Fucking Kelton,” I grumble.
“Hey, buddy, you better be thanking him. I think we’re going to be on babysitting duty for awhile.”
“So what happened?”
“After you left.” She gives me a pissed off look, and I kiss her forehead. I know what I did was shitty. “My mom thought it would be a good idea to invite Cam over.”
My blood starts to boil. She better not tell me she touched that asshole. “You’ve got be shitting me?”
“Nope.”
“You didn’t take him back for awhile, did you?” I ask, sadness seeping in my stomach. If she did, if she’s only here because they broke up, we’re done.
“Uh hell no. I packed up my stuff and moved in with Sally.”
I release a breath I didn’t know I was holding in. “I knew I always liked her.”
“She let me stay with her until I got my car sold and saved up some money to move out here.”
Fuck, she had an entire agenda planned as soon as I left her. God, I feel like such an asshole. She was working her ass off to get us back together and I was acting like a selfish, sulking bastard.
“You know I love you, right?” I ask, making sure she knows how much she means to me.
She smiles, her plump lips beautiful. “You have no idea how good that feels hearing you say that. I was afraid I’d come here and you’d close the door in my face, or have some chick naked in here.”
“I actually haven’t fucked a girl until today.”
She looks at me with confusion and grabs the sheet. Her legs wobble as she tries to get up. “I’m so stupid,” she mutters, shaking her head.
“What the fuck?” I ask, grabbing her arm and pulling her back onto the bed.
“You fucked a girl earlier and now me? Jesus, I didn’t think you were that bad, Zeth.” I can’t help but laugh, causing her to frown. “What’s so funny?”
I place a hand on each one of her cheeks, making eye contact. “Baby, you’re the girl I was talking about.”
Her jaw falls open. “Oh.”
“Come here my little spit fire.” My lips smack into her forehead when she settles back into my side. “The doctor and that tattoo artist, what a fucking pair.”
She laughs, dragging her fingers over my bare chest, getting me hard again. “The stepbrother and stepsister, what a fucking pair.”
“Really?” I ask. “You were the one who made a big deal about it before. Now you think it’s funny?”
“I made a big deal about it because of our parents, but I’m over that. I’m over them and their rules. It’s all about us now.”
I kiss her lips and look down her nake
d body. She’s the last girl I thought I’d fall in love with, but now she’s the only girl I can see myself being with.
I love her. I love how she became a fighter. She fought for herself. She fought for me. She fought for us. And I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with her.
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