“I’m so happy you’re here,” I murmur against her hair before pressing my lips to her head. “I was worried you might not come.”
She pulls away slightly and arches a brow at me. “Nothing and no one can keep me from you, Mars. You’re mine and I’m yours, remember?”
I brush a strand of raven hair from her eyes and frown. “I hate you’re leaving your life for me.”
Her lips purse together and her nostrils flare. “My mother’s life. It was always the life my mother created for me. I never fit in. The only person I care about is my dad.”
Not her biological father, but her dad.
The one who taught her how to ride a bike, kissed her when she got hurt, and tucked her in bed when she was little. The one who was there for every milestone, both good and bad. I know how much she loves him and it pains me that she’s leaving him for me.
“I’m sorry,” I mutter. “I don’t know what to do.”
“What are you sorry for?” She tilts her head to the side as she regards me. I can’t help but stare at her. She’s so fucking pretty and she doesn’t even know it.
“For taking you from him.”
She smiles. “Dad wants me to be happy. He supports me no matter what.”
“Even being with me?”
“Even being with you.”
I let out a breath of relief. “So the man might let me take him to dinner one day? To prove I’m an okay guy for his daughter?”
“He’ll insist on paying, but yes. And you’re more than okay. You’re the best.”
Sliding my fingers into her hair, I grip her dark locks and tug so her face is angled up and ready for a kiss. My lips press to hers. One brief second of sweetness before we part our lips and dive into the carnal desires burning through each of us. Her moan of pleasure sets me off. I rip at her hoodie, taking it and her shirt off in one fell swoop. My eyes drop to her breasts and I admire how sexy they look in her black bra.
“You’re so beautiful it hurts to look at you,” I mutter.
“Maybe you should stop looking and start touching. I can’t have you hurting, Mars. When you hurt, I hurt.”
I grab her hips and pull her to me. My dick is achingly hard pressed against her. She pulls at my belt buckle while I unhook her bra with a quick flick of my thumb and finger.
“It’s oddly erotic how fast you can get me out of my bra,” she says, giggling.
I pull the bra away and toss it somewhere behind me. “It’s in the way. I like seeing all of you and it’s a deterrent. Hell yeah, I’m going to rid you of it as soon as possible.”
The next few seconds are desperate moments where we shed the rest of our clothes. I grab her bare ass and pick her up. My sweet girl does the work of guiding my tip to her center and adjusting us so she easily slides down over my dick. I lean her against the wall and thrust my hips hard, needing to fuck my feelings right into her.
I love you. I need you. I fucking want you more than anything in my entire life.
With each thrust of my hips I tell her how much we belong together.
Her fingers grip my hair and her heels dig into my ass. Our bodies fit so perfectly together. I slide one hand between us and rub at her clit with my middle finger. I love how with each circle of my fingertip, her cunt clenches around me. It feels so maddeningly wonderful.
“Mmmm,” she whimpers. “Oh, God…” Her body shudders the moment she finds her orgasm. The way her pussy milks my dick has me coming with a groan. I spill my seed deep inside of her, loving the sloppy, juicy sound it makes once she’s nice and filled.
On shaky legs, I back up until I find the bed. I sit and then lie back, bringing her to me. We’re both sweaty and breathing heavily, but completely sated. She presses kisses to my jaw and throat, while I absently run my fingers through her silky hair. My dick has softened inside her, but I make no move to pull out. If I had it my way, we’d stay physically linked together as often as possible.
“What do you want to do, Sage?” I ask, my mind wandering back to reality.
She sits up all the way. My eyes roam down her gorgeous tits and land on her red pussy lips before raking back up to her swollen mouth. “Like right now?”
“Like forever.”
She rocks her hips. “This.”
I chuckle and grip her thighs. “This is a given. We’re going to do this as often as possible. But what do you want to do with your life? What’ll make you happy?”