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Trig
I wasn’t lying. I’ve missed her. It wasn’t until the last few days that I admitted to myself just how much. Something I’ve been denying and trying to bury for years. As much as I tried, I was never able to get over my Ellie.
It was always her.
I growl into her pussy as my cock aches—I can’t remember the last time I needed to come so bad. I suck harder, pulling her swollen clit into my mouth.
When she comes on my tongue, she comes hard—her body quivering and jerking, calling out as her moans echo off the walls of this fucking house that I hate almost as much as the land I grew up on.
She tries to pull away but I don’t let her go, even though I’m about to lose my load in my shorts like a virginal teenager. I keep at her and she calls out—to both me and the holy Savior—and not in a bad way as her thighs squeeze my head in a vice.
I rip at my shorts, yanking them down my legs and kick them to the floor when I lick her one more time before letting her go, her body is limp and spent. I don’t waste anytime—crawling over her, I catch her leg under my arm, and thrust inside.
Fuck. Home.
My angel.
“Trig,” she murmurs at the same time she lifts her hips to meet my thrust. “We can’t.”
I put my lips to hers and her tongue dives deep into my mouth, surely tasting herself on my lips and she moans as her pussy tightens, hugging my cock like we were made for each other. I shake my head. “I’ll pull out. I need you, even if it’s just for a second.”
She lifts her knees and I groan, taking her deeper and harder and falling into love with her all over again, even though deep down, I know I never stopped. As much as I’ve accomplished since I lost her, nothing has been harder than hating her.
But loving her?
Fuck, that’s as easy as breathing.
Second nature.
It kills me but I slow because if I don’t, I’m gonna come and I don’t want to give her up yet.
“Don’t stop,” she begs on a breath, desperate as I feel her pussy start to milk me. “Please.”
I lean down to kiss her again, hard and deep, for as long as I can take it. When I feel my balls about to explode, I pull out, still slick from her, and rub the underside of my shaft between her pussy lips and clit, dry humping her, making her come again. She arches and I move faster, not able to look away from our bodies, my darker skin assaulting her fair, pale perfection, reminding me of the first time I took her at a time when she was too young, but even then, I knew.
She was mine.
And, fuck, I’ll move heaven and earth, because she will be again. There’s no other possible ending to our story, not as long as we’re both breathing and walking this earth.
When she comes again, I join her, shooting my load up her stomach and hitting her tits. The only thing that could make her mine any more is planting my baby deep inside her and not by accident this time, but because we deserve it, and even fucking need it, to heal our gaping wounds that have never closed.
I press my hand to her belly, feeling my way up to her tits, spreading my cum over her beautiful skin, making her gasp. When she opens her eyes and looks between us, she’s still catching her breath, her face flushed and lids heavy over her dark blue eyes.
“We’re back,” I state and lower my body to hers, my cum gluing us together in a way I’ll never allow to break apart. When I shift us to our sides and press her back into the sofa like I did last night, but tonight with nothing between us, I add, “Though, sooner or later, we need to find a bed to sleep in.”
Her heart strums through her chest, slowing, and I feel every beat against mine—recovering to a steady and even tempo. I slide my hand down her back to her ass and she hikes her bare leg over my hip.
“Ellie?” I call for her when she’s gone quiet without saying a word.
“Hmm?” Her hum comes across my neck as her body seeps into mine.
I start to frown and can’t help my tone when I clip, “You’re not sorry, are you?”
She shakes her head and I feel wetness against my chest, making every muscle in my back constrict. “I’m sorry for a lot of things, Trig, but not for this. I promise.”
I exhale and relax, pulling her to me even though I feel the heat from our combined bodies rise but don’t give a shit. I put my lips to her temple and squeeze her ass where my hand has landed like a moon that’s never forgotten its sun after a longest and darkest night. “Me too, baby. Me too.”
