Page 228 of Boys Who Taint


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THRUST!

Levi

Her body arches into me,lips parted against mine as I plunge in completely, filling the void inside her.

There was a rift between us that I created to protect her. But her unraveling is my one and only weakness, and I’m done fightingthe urge, done fighting the longing I’ve felt for years upon fucking years.

My cock throbs with neediness as I linger inside to let her adjust to my length, the feel of my piercings inside her velvety pussy, and the breathless gasps that follow from the sheer overwhelming desire.

“God, you look so fucking beautiful when I’m inside you,” I groan.

I grab her face and smash my lips onto hers, thrusting my tongue as deeply as I thrust into her. Every thrust is a testament to my perseverance and dedication to her. I don’t just want her to know. I want her to feel it.

“This pussy is mine. Mine, Aspen, mine. Do you hear me?” I whisper against her swollen lips. “Even if you hate me for it, even if Grey and Apollo have made you want them, you were mine first, and you’ll always be mine.”

“Yes,” she murmurs as I impale her.

I stick the two fingers I just fucked her with into her mouth and watch her tongue circle them as she slowly begins to lose herself to me, just like she did when I was still her masked stalker.

“Moan for me, let me hear how much you need this.”

Every moan is fuel to the fire blazing in my body as I fuck her senseless on the beach—sand, salt water, and rain stick to our bodies while we’re consumed by each other. I push my fingers farther down her mouth, listening to her gargled moans as I plunge in deep and watch her eyes roll into the back of her head.

“Now come all over me,” I groan.

She whimpers as I bury myself inside her to the hilt while her back arches and she begins to throb.

“F-fuck,” I groan, licking her neck before I bite down on her shoulder and come so hard I realize heaven was never beyond death. It was right here, between her plump thighs, nestled deep inside her. That’s where I find my nirvana.

As the droplets of blood roll down her skin, I gleefully lick them up, my breath wild and out of control. And still it feels like I could go again, and again, and again, for weeks, just to catch up on what I missed.

God … I missed so much.

And I’m done missing out on her.

Aspen

I’m lost in thought,lost in the absolute ruin I’ve been left in after being fucked by my Ghost … Levi Torres.

My breath comes in short gasps as I close my eyes and let the sound of the sea beyond sweep me away. It’s easier not to think than to worry about what this means. What I’ve done.

Suddenly, two fingers slide across my face, and my eyes slowly open. He’s looking down at me from underneath those dark lashes, eyes still burning with heat, while he gently caresses my face, and it makes my breath hitch.

A smile briefly forms on his face.

Just for a second, but I noticed.

“Seventy-four.”

“What?” I mutter, completely disheveled from the way he just fucked the resistance out of me.

“Freckles.”

It takes a while for it to register, and my pupils dilate. “You said that before. Oh my God, you counted them all?”

“I did,” he says, tipping up my chin so I look at him. “I’ve been obsessed with you for years. I always looked at you when you didn’t see me. I didn’t wanna miss out. Not on a single one.”

My skin flushes with heat.