The Boy Who Has No Hope (Soulless 6)

He glided one hand down my leg to my knee to direct my calf over his back and ass. The darkness in his eyes was different, a storm of clouds and lightning, like he felt a cacophony of emotions, various levels of desire. “Baby…” He clenched his jaw like being squeezed by my pussy was testing his nerves. “Fuck, this feels right.” He started to thrust inside me, his dick hitting me deep, his hard body grinding against my clit.

My hands dug into the back of his hair, and I panted into his mouth. “It does…” My other hand went to his back and pulled him into me even though he was doing a damn good job as it was. My lips trembled against his, and the pleasure between my legs couldn’t compare to the fullness in my heart. “Derek…?” My nails started to slice his skin as the pleasure made my toes curl and cramp. “Derek?” My brain struggled to process what I felt, the tsunami that hit me and pulled me under. Did he really just make me come that quickly? Was I really squeezing his dick hard and convulsing? “Derek…” I pulled him tighter, bucked my hips against him, felt the tears drip from the corners of my eyes and streak to my ears. My face automatically went into his neck as I held on.

He grabbed the back of my hair and pulled my head back to the mattress, holding me there so he could watch, watch me shed tears of bliss, watch me go through the exquisite pleasure that made me feel so many highs. With a clenched jaw and a hard expression, he watched me come around him, took in every second like he didn’t want to miss any part of it.

When I finished, all the muscles in my body slowly relaxed so I could soften once more, catch my breath, withdraw my nails from his flesh. My eyes were still watery, my skin wet from the tears that had already dripped to my ears. That took me no time at all, and I knew it wasn’t just because of his size, his perfectly chiseled body, or that gorgeous face. It was because of the way I felt about him, the connection we had, the closeness we shared.

“You just made this so much easier for me…” He continued his thrusts, his expression tightening, his eyes focused and hard as he looked into my face, his cock throbbing in my tightness. His breathing rose and rose, his skin flushed with blotches of redness, and he moaned before he released.

I grabbed his ass with both hands and pulled him deep inside me, wanting him to fill me, to feel the pleasure he just gave me, the physical satisfaction as well as the emotional. This moment had been a long time coming, months in the making, and now it felt like we were finally where we were supposed to be.

He kept his eyes on me as he finished, having such a sexy orgasm face.

It made me want to go all over again.

He filled me with another moan, making me full, heavy, and warm.

When he was finished, he stayed inside me, his breathing still deep and rugged.

“Please don’t stop…” I squeezed his hips with my thighs, my nails starting to claw at him again, still needing him, even though he’d already given me more than enough. “I need more.”

He started to thrust inside me again, his soft cock hardening again at my words. “I need it more.”SixteenDerekI lay with Emerson nestled in my arms, her leg tucked between mine, her arm draped around my waist, her hair all over the place. Her cheek was against my shoulder, and she breathed quietly, dozing off for a moment.

The backs of my fingers glided down her body, following the curve of her waist to her hips. Her skin was so soft, and it felt exactly the way I’d imagined it would. Her smell mixed with sex was a scent I’d never forget. I wanted it permanently stained on my pillowcases. The lights from the city were bright through the window, but we were still in darkness, just lying together.

Lost, I’d been wandering through life without much of a purpose lately. I went to clubs with the guys, the richest and best-looking guy there, but there was no reward for it. Every girl who came up to me looked like the previous one. They all had the same face, at least in my eyes. They were just a different version of Fleur. My vision was blurry, and the world looked the same everywhere I turned, vague and colorless.

But Emerson stood out to me, a rainbow in a sea of gray.

Now that I had her, I didn’t feel so lost anymore.

My stomach was proverbially full, my mind was satisfied, my body was fulfilled. I’d been craving one single thing for so long, and everything else on the menu was tasteless. I finally got a bite, but I wanted the whole meal. I wanted to have the same thing every night.