Every slap of his hips, his pubic bone rubs against my clit as he bottoms out, deeper than the last.
The head of his cock nudges at my cervix, he’s so impossibly deep.
“You feel so good, baby. Fuck.” He pants as he fucks me. Dropping his lips to my nipple, he pulls it into his mouth, rolling it between his teeth, sucking hard.
“More, Graham, please.” I pant.
Without another word, he pulls out of me and carries me out of the shower, wrapping me in a towel, then grabbing one for himself.
Carefully, he tiptoes down the hallway to the guest room, that’s currently unused, and sets me on the bed, face down.
“I need you to be very quiet, baby, can you do that for me?”
I nod. I feel confident that I can make sure no one hears what we’re doing right now, that is until he flips me onto my stomach, shoves a pillow under me, angling my hips up toward him.
His hands grab my ass, spreading me wide for him, as he immediately begins filthily eating me from behind. His tongue spears my entrance, fucking me, while he rubs my clit roughly.
I’m seconds from coming when he stops, pulling back with my wetness still glistening on his mouth, looking like a man possessed.
“I fucking love tasting you.”
He grips my hair in his fist and tugs gently, pulling me up to where my back is flush with his front, and then slams into me in one single, punishing thrust. A cry tumbles from my lips, and he hushes me.
“Gotta be quiet, baby.” He grunts, shoving two fingers into my mouth that he just used on my pussy, until they hit the back of my throat, and I moan around them.
Graham’s never been so… filthy with me, and God, I love it. I love this so much.
With fingers in my mouth, and his other hand grasping my hip, he pounds into me ferociously, so hard my tits shake with each thrust.
“I’m about to come, Emery. I’m about to fill your perfect pussy up with my cum and hold it so deep that there won’t be any way you’re not pregnant. Does that make your pussy clench, baby? Knowing I’m going to fill you with my babies again?”
His words send me over the edge. I fall apart around his cock, my head falling onto his shoulder as my body shakes and trembles. He follows closely behind me, making good on his promise as he holds himself deep and comes. I can feel it coating my insides, and it sends another tremor through my body, knowing he’s marking me in every way possible.
I don’t know how it’s possible for time to pass so quickly, yet feel as if we’re standing still. Frozen in place, unable to move as we watch the world pass us by. That’s what it feels like to love someone who’s dying. Among the barrage of feelings that you experience, the fact that there’s nothing you can do to pause time is one of the worst ones.
“Today isn’t a good day, she’s feeling so bad. I-I just don’t know what to do, I feel so helpless,” Allie says between sobs.
If there’s anything I’ve learned in the last week, it’s that tragedy brings families together in ways you could never imagine. In ways you’d never think of until you’re surrounded by it. I don’t think I’ve ever felt closer to anyone than I do Graham and his family.
Right now, we’re leaning on each other because no one else understands. Not the way that we do.
“I know Alliecat, I know.” I rub her arm soothingly, offering as much understanding and compassion as I can, although I know it won’t matter.
The only thing that will make it better is her mom beating this horrible disease..
Graham stayed home with Char and Quinn today, and I’m glad that he did. My strong man is an anchor for us all. We all seem to lean on him, but… this week, his mom has declined. We’ve all seen it, like a giant elephant in the room, with none of us acknowledging it out loud. It’s been a rough, trying week for everyone, and Graham’s barely hanging on.
I can see it in the way his smile doesn’t meet his eyes. In the way he seems far away when he’s right in front of me andIfeel helpless. I just want to take it all away, and there’s nothing I can do.
“Ms. Adams?”
Allie and I look up to see Michelle’s doctor standing over us with a solemn smile on his face.
“Yes, that’s me,” she says, rising to shake his hand.
If I remember correctly, this is the head oncologist. The doctor who’s handling her treatment plan. He’s a young guy, with auburn hair and kind eyes. The little I’ve seen of him, I’ve liked. He’s patient and has no problem explaining things a hundred times when one of us steps in or doesn’t understand.
“This is Emery, my brother Graham’s fiancée.”