“I missed you,” I admit, raking my teeth along her neck, nibbling as I push another finger inside her. “I wanted to show you how much. I have a lot of missed time to make up for.”
“I see you’re not the only one who missed me.” A ghost of a smile crosses her lips for a split second before her eyes close from the pleasure. She moans, my name on the tip of her tongue.
“You guessed right,” I growl. “I need to be inside you again. Two times isn’t enough.”
“Since when do you say what you want? Go ahead and take it.”
She’s right. I never ask for permission to do a damn thing. We wouldn’t be here right now if I did. From the start, Jade has always known the right things to say to drive me insane. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of her.
“My God, woman. I fucking love you.”
With my hand on Jade’s shoulder, I bend her forward. She holds her palm to the window, her reflection staring back at me through the glass. Her tits look even bigger from this vantage point, her nipples hardened peaks that are begging to be touched. My cock is throbbing, the need to be inside her again too intense to ignore. Quickly, I remove my fingers from her pussy and replace them with my cock, slamming into her in one quick thrust.
“Killian,” she whispers. “Oh… I love you, too.” She moans again. “So much.”
Keeping my casted arm at my side, I curse to myself that I can’t slide both of my hands to her hips, so I squeeze her tight with the left one, rolling the pad of my thumb over her ass cheek. I’m so close to getting rid of this damn cast which keeps getting in the way of taking Jade the way I want.
Her skin is so soft beneath my rough and calloused hand. She’s so beautiful and perfect and so fucking mine. We were never supposed to be together, and yet here we are. This is my graduation present to her and the start of our future together. I will never make the mistake of letting her go ever again.
After she comes, I lead her over to the bed. She makes room for me between her legs, and when I break through her inner walls, she moans and digs her nails into my back hard enough to draw blood. I rock into her, going slower than before, taking my time. I wish this moment could last forever.
Burying myself inside her, we become one, our bodies fused together. Her body molds to mine so perfectly, I have no doubt we were made for each other.
Leaning on my casted arm for support, I kiss Jade’s neck, slowly making my way to her lips which part for me. I slip my tongue into her mouth and claim every part of her.
She digs her heel into my ass with another moan, her tight, wet pussy clenching my cock as she comes once more. Holding me in a vise, she milks my cock, taking me closer to the edge. I chase the high I want, desperate for release, and not long after, she loses all control and so do I.
Rolling off her, I collapse onto the other side of the bed. She curls up at my side, her head resting on my sweaty chest. I like being in control, and Jade knows it. But sex with this fucking cast on is so much harder. I’m tired after going three rounds since we got up here, and after spending so much time away from her, I’m pretty sure I could go all night.
Though, Jade looks tired. She yawns, her hand coming up to cover her mouth.
“One more time,” she says, but her eyes are closing, exhaustion taking over. “I promise I’ll stay awake.”
“Night, my love.” I kiss her forehead and hold her as she drifts off to sleep.
After four weeks, it’s time to find out if I can play hockey again. This time, by a doctor I know. I lied to Dr. Walsh about where I had my arm set and for good reason. Admitting I stole a car and had to have a concierge Mob doctor fix me up was not an option. Chase and I were lucky enough to walk away from the accident without the police on our asses. They didn’t have any fingerprints or physical evidence to trace it back to us, but still, I was nervous after winning those races and getting away with so many crimes that my streak of good luck had run out for good, and I knew it.
Jade sits next to me on the exam table in the doctor’s office. She holds my hand as Dr. Walsh works on the other one to remove the cast. My girl looks anxious as if she’s holding her breath which doesn’t leave much room for me to be nervous, too. After he’s finished, the doctor turns my arm from left to right. He’s inspecting every movement.