Love You Always

“It’s so good.” She lifts her hips, causing my still hard cock to slip more into her. It’s then I realize that I don’t have a condom on. I don’t even have a fucking condom. “I need more. I still ache,” she begs, interrupting my inner thoughts.

My mind can only think about giving her what she needs. I push more inside of her. I swear she gets tighter by the second, even being as wet as she is. She lets out a gasp, her eyes going wide as I stretch her out. I stop. Something is different. My throat goes tight with an emotion that I can’t explain. She’s so tight I almost think she’s a virgin but that doesn’t make sense with how forward she was in the bar.

“Amelia?” I breathe out her name, trying to keep myself from moving. As much as I want to keep going, I care more if she’s hurting. I need her to want this. To enjoy what I’m doing to her body. To want me to give her the pleasure she deserves.

“Don’t stop.” She slides her hands up my back and around my neck, pulling me down to kiss her. I make love to her mouth. She wiggles under me and I know what she wants so I move. The pleasure begins building quickly. My balls draw tight, wanting to come again deep inside her, but I need her to come first. I reach down, grabbing ahold of her hips, angling her better to hit her where she needs it the most. She lets out the sexiest of moans as her pussy locks down around me. Her orgasm grips my cock like a vise as her long legs wrap around me.

I come with her, pouring everything I have into her. I kiss her again as I roll us. Her small body comes to rest on top of mine. I’m far from done with her. My cock jerks as she places kisses on my chest before resting her head there. Her breathing slows and within seconds she’s asleep. I wrap my arms around her, holding her, knowing she’s my forever.

I should have held on tighter.

1

Amelia

3 months later

I sit up on the sofa, my eyes still groggy when I hear a key enter my lock. I know who it is. I just had no idea she was coming over. A second later my door flies open, revealing Mia. She’s trying to glare at me but it fails because, like always, Mia is smiling while she does it.

The girl lights up a room by only being in it. It’s how she’s always been. It’s also why she sucked at her last job. Being a debt collector doesn’t work so well when the debt holder can talk the collector into paying the bill for them. Now she has a husband who is giving her the dream she always wanted. A family of her own.

“You haven't responded to my texts!” She stomps into my small apartment.

“You’re the one who moved across town,” I accuse. She used to live next door. I let out a long yawn. All I want to do now is sleep. Hell, that's all I do. Sleep and work. Sleep and work. I, too, hate my job as a debt collector, calling people all day to get them to pay for their crap, but I am really good at it. We get a cut of what we collect and it’s looking like I’m going to need every penny I can get.

“You can’t just text me that you're pregnant and then not respond when I call and text you back.” Max follows her into my place, shutting the door behind him. I don’t miss the giant bodyguard that lingers behind him. I know what that means. Max doesn’t plan on staying but my best friend Mia is going to be here for a while. Max won’t let Mia stay anywhere without a guard if he’s not with her. Not that I blame him. The man is richer than God.

A few months ago I would have said he was my type but that no longer interests me. I used to be shallow and I only dated rich men because I knew that they’d be able to provide for me in the long run. I am a product of my childhood.

I never felt safe and secure growing up and I am always looking for that in my adult life. I have chased that feeling for years because I know all too well what it is like to fall. To be poor and to go without. Now everything has changed. I wouldn’t want my child to do the same. They should find love in life.

It’s crazy how two lines on a stick can flip your entire perspective on what matters in life. Yet, that's exactly what seeing them did for me. It made me realize that for so long I’d been focused on the wrong things. Life is about being happy. Mia shows me that, too. I want something like she and Max have.