“I haven’t been with anyone since you,” she admits, and my cock jumps at that.
“Me neither.”
She barely nods and I wonder if she believes me, but then I push into her, her sweet pussy hugging my dick perfectly, and we both shudder and moan at the sensation.
“Oh God, yes, please.” She claws at my back, lifts her legs to wrap them around my thighs, and I slide in an inch deeper.
“Fuck,” I hiss, “holy shit.”
I’m two seconds away from shooting, and I need this to last longer, I need her to come first, oh fuck me…
She clenches around my dick, her tiny moans setting my blood on fire. Her tits rise and fall underneath me, her legs tighten around the back of my thighs, and I can’t breathe. My dick aches, so hard I think it might break if she squeezes any harder.
“Kade,” she whispers, “oh my God, Kade…”
I slam my mouth on hers as she comes, her cry vibrating through my bones, and I shudder and shiver and come apart into fucking pieces when I follow her, filling her up with my cum.
So…fucking…good.
And then blackness rushes in and I’m out.
Great job seducing your girl, Kaden.
First you let her half carry you home, almost breaking her back.
Then instead of doing some nice gesture, you fuck her.
And then pass out on her.
Did I leave something out?
Oh yeah, how about lying to her – by omission – about not remembering you two split up? Yeah? Doesn’t this one top everything else?
Goddammit.
I’m lying on my bed – over the covers, a blanket thrown over me.
My girl nowhere in sight.
I need to investigate. My head is pounding in time to my heart, though, andmy vision isn’t so clear. The thought of getting up is fucking terrifying.
Thankfully, my pills and a glass of water are on the bedside table, because Hailey is an angel. I down them, and settle back, waiting for them to take the edge off the pain.
Takes fucking forever.
I doze off, and then wake up with a start, feeling a presence in the room.
“Knock knock,” Hailey whispers, and I fucking love her for keeping her voice low.
I fucking love her, period.
Especially when she comes in bearing a tray of bland breakfast – toast and tea.
The moment she sets it on the table, I grab her and pull her on my lap. I expect her to fight, but she winds her arms around my neck.
“You scared me last night,” she breathes. “Passing out like that.”
“Sorry.”