Thrusting into her with increasing urgency, I felt her nipples harden against my chest as her legs tightened around my waist. Her body clenched mine with each powerful stroke, and I knew she was close to the edge once more. The knowledge sent a jolt of possession through me, and I growled, claiming her mouth with mine as I plunged deeper. Her response was a fierce kiss, her taste driving me wild.
I felt a rush of primal satisfaction as I quickened my pace, our bodies moving in perfect sync. The world faded away, and all that existed was the intense connection between us. With a final, powerful thrust, I felt my release surge through me. I roared out my pleasure, my voice joining the symphony of our passion. Her legs locked around my waist, holding me in place as her walls clenched tightly around my cock. I could feel her heat enveloping me, her juices flowing as she came with me. Our hearts raced, our breath ragged, and in that moment, suspended in time and consumed by our desire, I knew this was just the beginning of something wild and all-encompassing.
I wasn’t ready to let go of this moment, this connection, so I held her tighter, my cock still buried deep within her. Moving toward my bed, I sat on the edge, positioning her above me. Her eyes, once closed in ecstasy, were now open, and she gazed into my soul. I could see the reflection of our passion in her eyes, the fire burning wildly.
With her legs still wrapped around my waist, I moved again, slowly at first, savoring every inch of her. Her breath hitched, and she moaned softly as I quickened the pace, our bodies moving in a rhythmic dance. I wanted to explore every inch ofher, and so I laid her down on the bed, our eyes never breaking contact.
Tracing my fingers along her curves, I ignited a trail of goosebumps on her skin. I could feel her desire growing with every touch, her body responding to mine. I kissed her passionately, tasting the sweetness of her lips, and whispered how I wanted more. She responded with a hunger that matched my own. Our hands explored, our mouths devoured, and our bodies moved as one. The world outside ceased to exist as we created our own universe, bound by the intense force of our connection. I knew this was just the beginning, and I intended to explore every possibility, every fantasy, and every desire that consumed us both.
Chapter Six
Josie
“Mom?”
The voice startled me, and I shot up, my eyes blinking furiously. “It wasn’t me!” I declared, feeling accused by the universe itself.
My dad’s laughter filled the room, and I groaned again.
“A little too much fun, huh?” he muttered as I rubbed my temples.
“You smell funny.” Jasmine scrunched her nose, as if she’d just discovered a new species of mold.
“That’s the scent of regret, girl. Remember it well,” my dad said, always full of life lessons as I glared at him. I took the glass of water and aspirin from him. “Unless you’d prefer the hair of the dog?” He winked, and I rolled my eyes.
“Shut up, old man,” I grumbled affectionately.
As I swallowed the pills, my head throbbed in time with the chorus of Metallica’s “Master of Puppets.”
Great, now I had an angry metal band in my head.
“Thanks, Dad,” I muttered, downing the whole glass of water.
The pills felt like tiny buoys, keeping me afloat in a sea of self-pity and beer-induced haze. I knew I had to pull myself together, but the couch seemed to have other plans, keeping me glued to its comfort.
My dad’s chuckle rumbled through the room, a familiar sound from my childhood, usually followed by a lesson on life.
This time was no different.
“You know, your mother and I—”
I held up my hand, stopping him mid-sentence. “Please, Dad. Not the‘when we were your age’speech. I get it; I screwed up. Now I have to fix it.”
Jasmine chose that moment to jump onto the couch, her gangly limbs and boundless energy a stark contrast to my sluggish state.
“Jump again,” I cautioned, glaring at my daughter, “and I will ship you off to boarding school.”
My daughter, so much like my dad, narrowed her eyes and smiled sweetly. “And I will tell Jasper how Grandpa bribed Mrs. Cohen—”
My dad moved fast, slapping his hand over Jasmine’s mouth. “Girl, are you trying to get me killed?”
Frowning, I looked at my dad. “What is she talking about?”
“Nothing. Just silly nonsense. You know how little girls are,” the obviously guilty man said, shoving Jasmine out of the room, but not before slapping a few twenties in her hand as my daughter smiled happily up at the guilty party before skipping out of the room.
Shaking my head, I was in no mood to figure out what the hell those two were up to. Knowing them, it could be anything.
“You know, sometimes you just have to embrace the chaos, kiddo,” my dad said. “Life’s a wild ride, and you can either hang on for dear life or enjoy the view. Your choice.” I smiled, grateful for his wisdom, even if it was delivered with a side of cheeky humor. “Now, enough moping. Let’s get you some food. Can’t fight the world on an empty stomach.”
