His Hostage - Page 80
Divorce is fucking tough on most people, but it’s not supposed to be this tough. I fought hard for change, and I got it.
“My place is a total wreck,” Rowan says, opening the front door. “Cool if I spend the night at yours tonight?”
I laugh and open my door, staring at him from my porch. It all comes full circle as I take off my dirty jeans and t-shirt. I stand there, completely naked, waiting for him to come over.
I turn around and bend over.
“How do you always read my mind?” he asks, jumping off the front of his porch.
He tears off his shirt. We’re both totally covered in dirt. It doesn’t matter.
He lifts me over his head and pins me against my wall. “Rowan, wait, I—“
Before I can finish my sentence, he lowers my pussy onto his mouth. “Oh. My. God,” I whimper as I feel his tongue brush my lips apart.
He devours my pussy. He smears his tongue across my clit, and I moan loudly. There isn’t anyone around, and no threat in the world could stop him from eating me now.
He puts three fingers inside of me, and I’m hooked by him. I’ve been dreaming about this for days. I’ve been bottling up one orgasm after another, just waiting to explode on him.
One press against my g-spot and I lose my balance, folding my arms around his neck. I hold onto him, teeth chattering and legs seizing up.
He makes me come, over and over again. “You don’t know how bad I’ve needed you,” he says.
He penetrates me.
I fall onto my back as he takes me on another ride. He holds my legs above my stomach and uses his angle as leverage to push in deeper.
“Fuck me,” I grunt. “Harder.”
It’s been so long since I’ve felt him, but I’ve ached for him all this time.
Soon enough, we’re inside my house, on my bed. He’s fucking me against the headboard, and the whole fucking house is shaking wildly.
Tomorrow, we’ll be on our way to Pennsylvania, and I just want one more night with him to live out our desert fantasies together.
He fucks me against the wall. He fucks me on his bathroom counter. He fucks me on the floor again, as deep as my pussy can handle.
I grab his hand and place it around my neck. His fingers brush around my collarbone, tracing the exterior of my neck.
He leans forward and kisses the corner skin, and I feel goosebumps shoot across my body. A pleasurable chill runs up my spine.
“Come,” I whisper.
“I want to make a baby with you, Caroline,” he admits. “I want to live a new life with you.”
I feel my heart flutter, and my chest twitches. “You want a family?” I ask him.
He bucks. “I want it all,” he says, kissing me.
“Fuck,” I breathe out, tongue falling across my lips. “I do too.”
Closing his eyes, he thrusts harder. His is body tenses. He comes, roaring with pleasure.
His load must be twice the usual size because it just keeps pumping out of him. He really likes the idea of getting me pregnant, of settling down. It’s actually quite odd, compared to the guy I met almost two weeks ago.
War changes men. Fighting can sometimes bring out the good in someone, if they realize they almost lost everything they fought for.
That’s how I feel about Rowan. That’s how he feels about me. When we are together, we have everything.
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