He pulls away from me again breaking the kiss, so he can take his boxers off. I swallow hard when I see his dick; it’s thick and long. God. “John…” I whisper, I don’t know why I’m reacting this way with him, but I’m not going to question it.
“I got you,” he says softly as his fingers go to my panties. “Do you trust me?”
I nod instantly. “Yes,” I say breathlessly as he tears my panties off my body. I do, I trust him with every fiber of my being.
“Good,” he murmurs, his finger gently caresses my pussy, causing me to quiver. “That’s it, baby girl.” He begins to finger fuck me and for the first time in my life, I’m actually enjoying it, I’m letting my inhibitions go. His fingers move in and out of me; he’s a magician making my pleasure rise.
“Give it to me, Reli,” he demands and I do. I detonate. “Fan-fucking-tastic.”
I smile. “I’m not broken.”
God, she didn’t break me. I’m not ruined.
He shakes his head. “No, you’re not. Do you want to carry on?”
My hands once again tangle in his hair and I pull his lips to mine. My legs wrap around his waist. His dick is at the entrance to my pussy; it won’t take more than a thrust for him to be inside of me.
He chuckles. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
He thrusts inside and I cry out as he fills me. I feel every single inch of him. So much more pleasure than the dildo that Talia used on me. He starts to move slowly, letting me adjust to having him inside of me. It doesn’t take long until I’m moaning, matching his thrusts, needing more. He pounds harder into me and I’m loving it.
“Give it to me.” The demand is one that’s not to be ignored. “I want it all, every single inch of you.” This is just like my dream: this is what I’ve wanted.
My pleasure is rising in ways I’ve never felt before. “Come for me, baby. Come all over my dick, soak me with your juices.” His voice is gravelly but it holds so much authority that I’m not able to ignore it.
I’m no longer able to resist. I detonate, doing exactly as he asked. I come long and hard. “Yes, Reli,” he groans as he thrusts into me again. "Fucking amazing," he growls as he comes inside of me, filling me up with his hot cum. “I love you so fucking much, baby girl.” He pants as he stares down at me.
Looking at the love he has for me, I feel cherished, safe, secure, loved. I feel whole.
“I love you too,” I whisper as I kiss him again. Needing to have this contact between us. He never fails to give me what I want. This kiss isn’t hard like it usually is; it’s soft, gentle, and loving.
“Happy birthday, baby girl.”
I smile at him. “Thank you.”
This is already the best birthday I have ever had. Nothing can ever top this feeling. I don’t want it to either.
“Are you all ready for your party later on?” he asks as he pulls out of me, placing a kiss to my temple. I whimper at the loss and he chuckles. “I promise, we’ll be doing a lot more of that.”
“Yes, I haven’t seen your mom in a few days.” I adore the Princeton family. Cage and I are closest in age and we get along like a house on fire. The first couple of times we met were a bit awkward, but soon it was as though we’d been friends our entire life. The other brother’s treat me like their younger sister, and Markus and Sharon treat me as though I’m their daughter.
I know that this is what my dad would have wanted for me, to be around people that love me. Being with the Princetons lets me be closer to him even though he’s no longer here.
“She’s taking you shopping tomorrow; just be prepared to endure hell,” he quips, but I can hear the affection he has for her as clear as day.
“I’m looking forward to it.” I haven’t been shopping in such a long time and I’m excited. I’ll be like a child as I browse all the stores.
He pulls me from the bed. “Come on baby girl, we have to shower.” I watch as his dick stands erect.
I giggle as I reach for it and he growls pulling away from me. “We’re going to have a shower. We have things to do today.” He leads me out of the room and toward the bathroom.
I have a smile on my face the entire time.
I feel lighter and free.
I just hope it stays this way, but I have a feeling in the pit of my stomach that something’s coming. I don’t know what, but I feel it.
Eighteen