Chasing Fate (Dark Love 5)

“Wyatt begged me to stay, and I did. Michael was born, and I fell in love with him. He wasn’t mine, but he was at our house every second week. Over time, I treated him like my own.”

I open my mouth without hesitation this time. “I don’t get how you could love a kid who belongs to your husband’s ex. And he fucking cheated on you.”

“He did, sort of. They slept together a few days after he and I got together. I wasn’t exactly invested in the relationship at that point. I was infatuated with the physical side.”

Ouch. If that didn’t stab me right in the fucking heart. You probably deserve that for being a heartless bastard.

“Right,” I say with sarcasm. “So, you’re allowed to fuck someone because he did?”

“Is that what you think this is, Noah? I didn’t expect this to happen, especially with you.”

“Well, I didn’t expect this to happen, especially with you,” I fire back. Both of us remain silent, only the sounds of the wind against the window echoes through the room. What now? How do I stop my growing need to touch her? The fact that she’s here in this room is giving me a raging hard-on, and I hate her for that.

“Noah, when I first saw you, all I wanted to do was fuck you. That’s it. You did something to me that I just couldn’t understand. My body betrayed me on so many levels. I’d have happily just fucked you with no strings attached. And yes… you were a rebound. I was done with my marriage, and you were on my radar.”

I don’t know whether to be turned on or furious. Yet, I’m quick to judge her for wanting only that. A hypocrite for thinking it’s okay for me to do that but not her, for men to sleep around but not women.

“I didn’t mean to have feelings for you. I talked myself out of it the moment I sensed them creeping in. I haven’t even known you that long, but you’ve done something to me that I can’t change even if I wanted to.”

There are no more words left to be said. I need to be inside her because the feeling consumes me, and nothing in this world matters right now, all judgment aside. I lean forward and drag her body toward me, pinning her down.

“I’m going to fuck you,” I whisper in her ear. “Because I don’t know what else to do. Because I’m crazy around you, and you hurt me so bad.”

Screw the foreplay.

I slide my boxers toward the middle of my thighs—enough to expose my cock—and shove her dress past her waist and over her head. Her panties, white and lacy thin, are pushed aside. The smell of her arousal teases me, and with no warning, I ram my cock into her pussy hard, watching as she arches backward while moaning into the empty room.

Her nails dig into my back. The slight pain only driving me harder into her, taking her possessively as if she’s only ever belonged to me. The urge to blow teeters so close to the edge that I’m forced to close my eyes and gain control. When I open them up, her blue pools of lust are penetrating me.

I’m falling for her in ways I never thought possible.

And I don’t know how to release myself from her spell.

I pull myself out quickly and flip her over, desperate not to stare into her eyes, voiding this moment of any emotion aside from lust.

She rubs her ass against my cock, teasing me relentlessly. “You can turn me around, forget that I exist. But know this…” she pauses, catching a breath, “… I’m going to make it my mission to remind you that I’m selfish. I take what I want just like you.”

With my mind already crazy and not thinking straight, I’m not quite sure I understand until she latches onto my cock and rubs it against her. The wet dripping off her pussy only makes for a perfect entry, and in one quick and sensual move, she guides me in until I’m sitting comfortably inside her again.

I’m coming undone.

I could easily fuck her hard until I come, but I want to savor this moment, using my knees to spread her legs wider. The view from above is breathtaking, her ass exposed as I watch my cock glide so effortlessly. My palm is twitching, rubbing her skin up and down until I’ve grabbed what I can and smack my palm against her cheek, creating a loud bang.

She begs me to hit her harder, and I do so, biting down on my bottom lip as the urge is almost impossible to ignore. I have to stop for a moment and brace myself for the finale.

Pulling out, her moan deepens at the loss of contact. Turning her over, I’m transfixed by the way her body reacts to me. Her skin is red raw from where I’ve been, and a dirty smile plays on her lips while she waits for me to enter her again.

I stand tall, kneeling above her as she lies innocently beneath me. My hand moves to my shaft, latching on as I stroke myself, refusing to break eye contact with her. The way her body reacts is such a beautiful sight, her nipples erect underneath her lacy bra and her chest rising and falling to the beat of my strokes. The moans escaping her sweet little mouth beg me to enter her again, but this time, I want it all.

With her thighs pushed down, I spread her legs wide open. She doesn’t stop me—encouraging me to bury myself deep inside her. The tip of my cock settles at her entrance, the impatient side of me not slowing down, entering her relatively fast. She groans with her muscles visibly flexing. Her neck is exposed, ready for me to run my tongue along her skin.

She’s at my complete mercy, my body thrusting deep in sync with her moans. I can smell her pussy—she’s completely soaked. And every time my body makes contact against her clit, the sounds of her wet arousal echo between us.

Morgan warns me that she can’t hold off. Reaching over the headboard, she latches on and raises her hips to allow me to enter her deeper. In and out, her eyes plead with me to fuck her is more profound.

“This is what your body does when I’m fucking you,” I tell her, shoving my fingers further into her mouth and watching her wide eyes tear up in desperation.

I pull them out, her gasp following shortly after.