feelings for her still amazing him and overwhelming him. “I love bein’ in your hot pussy, Megan.”
Her eyes glittered, held him captive, and he shook. He brought his hand between then and massaged her pussy, speeding up his thrusts.
“Come for me,” he whispered against her ear, biting her lobe. His balls were tingling, drawing up, preparing to let his cum loose. He fingered her clit and sank his teeth into the side of her neck. “Come.” He soothed the bite and the order by blowing against the red mark. The sting of her nails dug into his biceps as she lifted her hips and came hard on his dick.
Grunting, he slammed into her, her pussy juice coating him, her cries of pleasure buzzing in his head. His boy wasn’t there so he didn’t have to mute her by covering her mouth with his.
He stiffened and shuddered, squeezing his eyes shut and groaning into her hair before collapsing on top of her, their heavy breathing mingling and filling up the space.
Resting for a few seconds, he turned over, not wanting to crush her. She nuzzled her head against his arm and he pulled her into the crook, satisfied when she curved her smaller body against his.
“I love you.” He’d never get tired of telling her that. No, he wasn’t a nice motherfucker. His boys thought he was a fucking psycho stalker. Fucking fine with him. He was a belligerent, out-of-control assfuck. The only one he’d get in line for was the girl in his arms. She gave him purpose. She made him want to live. Whether he lived his life being a psycho stalker motherfucker wasn’t important. With her, he could reign himself in a little. Without her… “I love you,” he repeated.
“I love you, too, Christopher.”
“So are you going to take my job offer or you gonna look for a job somewhere else?”
She lifted her head and smiled, her gaze shuttered. “I’ll work here until I can find somewhere for CJ to go during the day and I talk to Zoann about Ryan.”
“Where you wanna work again?”
She glanced away. “I have a bunch of different ideas. I haven’t settled on one yet.”
“Ever thought about looking into online school courses?”
“For office management. If I still intended to be a meteorologist, I’d need to go to a brick-and-mortar school.”
So he was getting answers from her. This was good. He’d get it the fuck out of her what Kendall told her and address her concerns then.
“How ‘bout you take some classes, if that’s whatcha wanna do?”
“Umk…” Her voice trailed off and she swallowed. “No. I need to make the money first. Don’t worry, Christopher. You won’t always have to direct me about what to do and where to go. I’ll act my age and—“
Jesus, Mary, and all that was holy, he was going to burst a fucking blood vessel. “What the fuck you gonna be doin’? Goin’ to fuckin’ frat parties and lettin’ members drink beer from your fuckin’ navel? What the fuck that mean? Actin’ your age? Who the fuck know the right way to act at any fuckin’ age?”
She opened her mouth, then snapped it shut, fucking shrugging instead.
“I’m turnin’ thirty-five in five months. You think I act my fuckin’ age?”
Giggling, Megan shook her head and Christopher snickered. He rolled onto her and she opened her legs, letting him sink into her again.
“You gonna be fuckin’ twenty . You ain’t able to figure every-fuckin-thing out yet, cuz you ain’t lived long e-fuckin-nuff yet. I ain’t lived long e-fuckin-nuff yet.”
She licked his earlobe and he closed his eyes in bliss. They’d continue this later.. “I got a early meetin’, so we can finish this conversation when I get back. Right now, talkin’ over and fuckin’ goin’ on.”
Chapter Four: Life Is Just A Dream
Meggie rested her head on the cold marble, her silent tears sliding down her cheeks. Her intense nausea had returned, after she’d thrown up the disgusting wine she’d drank the night before. Overhead clouds matched her mood as a sob
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