Page 63 of Hold 'Em Tight


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My hands run along his body, and I love the way he shivers beneath my touch.

“Need you,” he mumbles against my lips, grabbing my leg and hiking it up over his hip. “Crave you.”

He positions his cock at my entrance, and breaks the kiss to look me in the eyes. With his gaze locked on mine, he thrusts into me in one long stroke.

As my eyes roll back, I let out a gasp, dragging my nails along his back when he starts to fuck into me.

“You always feel so fucking good,” he groans.

“You. Too,” I pant out. “More. Harder. Please.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

My eyes flutter open and I try not to frown. “You're not going to hurt me. I’ll be fine.”

“Okay.” He nods before he starts to fuck into me again.

“This…” I moan, arching my back. “This is what I need. Yes, Trevor. Make me feel good. Fuck.” He sucks my nipple into his mouth, and my whole body shudders when he bites down. “Fuck. Oh, God. Yes. Right there. Harder.” I grab his ass cheeks, forcing him to fuck into me with every thrust.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he grunts. “This body is incredible. Growing a life. Fuck, so fucking sexy.”

No. I won’t let him ruin this moment, not when I’m so close to coming. Grabbing his face, I kiss him, swallowing his words until he’s putty in my hands.

“I’m so close,” he grunts. “How the hell am I ever going to last long with you without a condom. Your pussy is fucking heaven.”

That makes me smile. That’s what I want to hear from him.

“Come for me, Trevor. Fill me up. Make me as yours. I want to be full of you.”

“Oh, God,” he groans, kissing me again. “I want you to come too.”

Slipping my hand between us, I play with my clit, giving myself an extra push towards the edge, after being pulled out of the moment more than I’d like.

He leans back, grabbing my legs and placing them on his shoulders. Holding my ass up, he fucks into me like he’s unable to hold back anymore, and that’s when he starts to hit the perfect spot.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I scream. “Don’t stop. Right there. Fuck, fuck. Oh, God, Trevor!” I scream. Every thrust throws me closer towards my release, until I’m clamping down around him, my body shaking in his hold as my orgasm hits me.

My back bows, my eyes roll, and my head feels like it's spinning as pleasure washes over me in waves.

“Rylee.” Trevor moans my name like a prayer, as he thrusts into me one final time. Holding my pussy flush to him, he buries his cock deep inside me as he breaks.

His thick cock pulses inside me as ropes of hot cum fill me up, adding another jolt to my release.

After he’s finished, Trevor, who is a panting, sweaty mess, pulls out and lays down next to me, pulling me into his arms.

“That was amazing.”

“Thanks.” I smile against his chest. “You weren’t too bad yourself.”

He chuckles, and the sound warms me. I love moments like this. Just me and him. No talk of the others, or the baby. Just us.

I know I need to tell him what happened, but I can’t. Not right now. It hurts too much. If I tell Trevor, then the guys will have to know, because the guilt of Trevor knowing over them would eat me alive. And that’s just adding more pain on top of the piles of it we’re already feeling.

This isn’t the best way of thinking, but it’s what my mind has decided we’re going to do.

Avoid anything to do with the baby, and hope Trevor forgets it was ever a thought.

God, maybe I really am losing my mind.