was sure.
“Elle—Elle,” I repeated her name as my hips took on a more sporadic rhythm and I felt her body relaxing into me, allowing me to push farther, deeper, longer. “Jesus.” I choked on the word as I bottomed out inside her, holding myself still as long jets of cum coated her walls. My heart pumped and my breathing racked. I held still, feeling the quakes in my thighs down to the tips of my fingers buried in her dark waves.
“Maxwell, I’m not on birth control,” she whispered, and instead of sending me running out the door, my heart fucking rattled in my chest with hope and joy.
“Well, that’s an interesting turn of events, isn’t it?” I grinned as I collapsed onto her body, my head tucked against her neck.
“Should I go shower or something? To make sure I don’t…get pregnant?” A mess of dark waves flipped as she turned away from me.
I chuckled at her sweet innocence. “I don’t think it works like that.” I caught her chin and turned her back to me. “Plus,” I placed a sweet kiss across her lips, “I like me inside you.”
Thirteen
Elle
“What?” I asked, thinking I’d misheard. He rolled off of me, the slow drag of his thick erection sending delicious waves of pleasure through every strung out nerve.
“Ever since I saw you, I knew you were mine.” He kissed me, his hands roaming my skin, my breasts, my hair, and back again. “Knew you were mine to protect.” He kissed. “To keep.” He kissed. “To love.” He said the final word and my heart thumped harder than it ever had in my chest.
“Love?” I squinted, having heard those words before, but never quite believing them as much as I did now. When I’d heard them from silly high school boyfriends in the past, I’d figured it was only a means of getting what they wanted—in my pants—but now… What did I have to give Maxwell?
“Way I see it, you showed up in my library for a reason. You need me, and I certainly need you.” He traced a dancing fingertip across my sternum and in my cleavage, sending shivers through my system.
“How do I need you?” I laughed, trying to distract him or me from the conversation.
“Well, for starters, that guy that’s been hanging around—”
“Oh, that.” I laughed, running the pad of my thumb across one of his chiseled cheekbones.
“Oh, that? That guy looked plenty dangerous to me. And he won’t fuck with what’s mine. So I don’t want you going back to that place alone. In fact, now that I’ve been inside you, I kinda want to just tie you to my bed to have you when I want you.” He snaked his nose along my neck.
“I-I’m not sure if I should be flattered or insulted,” I said, thinking his brand of alpha male might be a little too over the top for me.
“You have to tell me everything, Elle.” His hands caressed my hair, down to my cheeks, before landing at my jaw. I trusted him. For the first time, I had this oddest sensation; I trusted a man.
“He’s been this way since I was a kid.” I bent my head, feeling the pain of my father’s inadequacies like a fresh knife in my back. “He never hit me or anything, but sometimes I think he might as well have. “ I glanced back to Maxwell to find his eyes bleeding sympathy, his hands now holding mine tightly as if offering any support he could. “My dad’s been an addict and a gambler my entire life. He used to get physical with my mom.” I paused, lost in the memory. “I remember hiding behind the couch when I was eight, trembling and scared as she screamed and the soft thud, smack, crash of his hands maiming her, stealing her dignity.”
“That must have been terrible for you, baby. I swear, if he ever came around…” Maxwell’s hands tightened around mine.
“No, no, I don’t want him hurt. He’s my dad. He has addictions. I don’t blame him. I just wish he would get help, finally pull himself out of this dark hole he’s in for good. I think that’s my problem, caring too much, loving too
“Elle—Elle,” I repeated her name as my hips took on a more sporadic rhythm and I felt her body relaxing into me, allowing me to push farther, deeper, longer. “Jesus.” I choked on the word as I bottomed out inside her, holding myself still as long jets of cum coated her walls. My heart pumped and my breathing racked. I held still, feeling the quakes in my thighs down to the tips of my fingers buried in her dark waves.
“Maxwell, I’m not on birth control,” she whispered, and instead of sending me running out the door, my heart fucking rattled in my chest with hope and joy.
“Well, that’s an interesting turn of events, isn’t it?” I grinned as I collapsed onto her body, my head tucked against her neck.
“Should I go shower or something? To make sure I don’t…get pregnant?” A mess of dark waves flipped as she turned away from me.
I chuckled at her sweet innocence. “I don’t think it works like that.” I caught her chin and turned her back to me. “Plus,” I placed a sweet kiss across her lips, “I like me inside you.”
Thirteen
Elle
“What?” I asked, thinking I’d misheard. He rolled off of me, the slow drag of his thick erection sending delicious waves of pleasure through every strung out nerve.
“Ever since I saw you, I knew you were mine.” He kissed me, his hands roaming my skin, my breasts, my hair, and back again. “Knew you were mine to protect.” He kissed. “To keep.” He kissed. “To love.” He said the final word and my heart thumped harder than it ever had in my chest.
“Love?” I squinted, having heard those words before, but never quite believing them as much as I did now. When I’d heard them from silly high school boyfriends in the past, I’d figured it was only a means of getting what they wanted—in my pants—but now… What did I have to give Maxwell?
“Way I see it, you showed up in my library for a reason. You need me, and I certainly need you.” He traced a dancing fingertip across my sternum and in my cleavage, sending shivers through my system.
“How do I need you?” I laughed, trying to distract him or me from the conversation.
“Well, for starters, that guy that’s been hanging around—”
“Oh, that.” I laughed, running the pad of my thumb across one of his chiseled cheekbones.
“Oh, that? That guy looked plenty dangerous to me. And he won’t fuck with what’s mine. So I don’t want you going back to that place alone. In fact, now that I’ve been inside you, I kinda want to just tie you to my bed to have you when I want you.” He snaked his nose along my neck.
“I-I’m not sure if I should be flattered or insulted,” I said, thinking his brand of alpha male might be a little too over the top for me.
“You have to tell me everything, Elle.” His hands caressed my hair, down to my cheeks, before landing at my jaw. I trusted him. For the first time, I had this oddest sensation; I trusted a man.
“He’s been this way since I was a kid.” I bent my head, feeling the pain of my father’s inadequacies like a fresh knife in my back. “He never hit me or anything, but sometimes I think he might as well have. “ I glanced back to Maxwell to find his eyes bleeding sympathy, his hands now holding mine tightly as if offering any support he could. “My dad’s been an addict and a gambler my entire life. He used to get physical with my mom.” I paused, lost in the memory. “I remember hiding behind the couch when I was eight, trembling and scared as she screamed and the soft thud, smack, crash of his hands maiming her, stealing her dignity.”
“That must have been terrible for you, baby. I swear, if he ever came around…” Maxwell’s hands tightened around mine.
“No, no, I don’t want him hurt. He’s my dad. He has addictions. I don’t blame him. I just wish he would get help, finally pull himself out of this dark hole he’s in for good. I think that’s my problem, caring too much, loving too
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