She waited for him to roll off of her and go to sleep. But instead, she found herself caught up in the softest, sweetest kiss they'd shared to date. He was still in her, full, hard, hot. His hands moved over her body as if learning her every curve while his mouth made sweet love to hers. His arms came around her, holding her close as he licked across her lips with his tongue. "That was amazing, sweetheart; you were amazing." He used one hand to brush the sweat-drenched hair from her face as he studied her eyes. She was well and truly fucked, and very satisfied by the look on her face. "You okay, baby?" She still looked a little dazed when he slipped out of her slowly, even though he wanted nothing more than to stay buried deep. He figured he should be a gentleman and give her some relief before round two. "I'm perfect." She smiled like the cat that got the cream and ran her hand down his chest. Rolling to his side, he held her in the crook of his arm as they let their breathin
Kyle didn't want to leave her body. He was amazed that he, the man who could never leave fast enough, wanted to linger. To say the sex was phenomenal was understating things. She'd blown him away. He'd known that she was going to be hot once he got inside her, but nothing prepared him for just how high that heat would blaze. His dick was finally satisfied, for now, and he let it slip out of her onto the mattress between her obscenely spread thighs. "Time for a nice hot shower, baby, or you'll be too sore later." He figured after he cleaned her up, he'd let her sit on his face for an hour or so to ease the pain his dick had inflicted. He got out of bed and reached for her, taking her into the small bathroom down the hall. Soon she wouldn't have to look at these depressing walls again. It was burning a hole in his tongue to tell her about the house, but he wanted it to be perfect. Clarence had assured him that he was doing all he could with the seller, so it won't be much longer; h
She almost flew off the bed when he slammed into her from behind. Her fists tightened in the sheets, and she held on for dear life as he pummeled her, working out his frustrations on her and in her. He felt huge this way like he would rip her in two. Her mouth fell open, but no words came; she couldn't remember any. She felt the heat of his chest as he leaned over her, driving his cock deeper inside her still. "I'm going to fuck my kid in you if it's the last thing I do." How could her body react so strongly to those words when her mind tried telling her something different? Right this minute, while he was inside her, she wanted nothing more than for him to do what he threatened. Kyle plowed into her belly like a man on a mission. Little did she know that he'd been taking it easy on her tight little pussy, until now. No more. She wants to mouth off she can handle the fucking he wanted to give her. "Cock that ass higher." He smacked her ass cheek hard, and the sting made her ju
She felt joy that she wasn't a dud, that she could actually enjoy immense pleasure when she'd once borne the scorn of a husband who'd called her frigid. "What are you thinking about, huh?" Oh shit, how does he always know? "Nothing, I wasn't thinking...." Her words got stuck in her lungs when his next lunge sent him past that rubbery place inside and beyond. "You don't fucking think when I'm inside you." His fingers tightened in her hair, as he now became the one with a point to prove. He was right, though, because pretty soon, she forgot about everything else but what he was doing to her. "Are you close? Good." She didn't know what he meant until she felt the emptiness, and a few seconds later, wet heat in the small of her back. She waited for what came next but nothing. Looking over her shoulder, she met cold, furious eyes. "Were you thinking about that fuck while I was inside you?" If she had been, she wouldn't have told him, not with murder in his eyes. "No, I wasn't promise
She didn't know if she should be mad at him or herself for the way this always seemed to happen. If he wasn't so damn hardheaded, he would listen, and he would know that all she was doing was trying to move on from what was. That the reason her mind kept going back there was because things with him were so different, which is a good thing. Of course, he's the most irrational human being on the planet, so she'd likely never get the chance. The waitress greeted them like regulars and seated them in what was now their usual booth. He sat her on the inside and sat down next to her, facing the door. "Don't pout, sweetheart; we're fine." That was easy for him to say. He wasn't the one that felt like he was always messing up. And how was she supposed to fix things if he wouldn't even let her talk? He did his usual ordering for her and acted like there wasn't a big old elephant in the room. She was itching to bring it up but thought it might be better to leave it for later when they had
Back at the apartment, he took her inside before unloading the truck. She was sitting just where he'd left her when he brought the last bag in. Lost, broken, hurt, fuck. He sat beside her and pulled her into his lap. "Go ahead and cry, baby." They'd been here before, and though he could have no idea what she was feeling, he knew it wasn't good. She didn't cry, though, just clung to him and sighed about a hundred times while he held her close. With his head on the back of the couch and hers on his chest, he let his mind go to work with what he had to do next. It was obvious that Jen's jealous obsession with her ran too deep for the other woman to leave well enough alone. And last night hadn't shown Kerryanne what was right in front of her face, and he was sure had been there forever, so he was gonna have to come up with another plan. Kerryanne wasn't even thinking she was just numb. She felt like a complete fool for falling apart like this. Was she going to react this way every ti
Across town, Jen was paying a visit to the doctor's office. Today, she wasn't interested in putting on airs for the people in the waiting room or the airhead behind the reception desk; she had bigger fish to fry. "Wait, he has an appointment...." One glare was enough to have the ditzy blonde, as Jen was fond of calling her husband's receptionist piping down. If the little idiot weren't careful, she'd find herself fired. Jen was not in the mood today, and the way she was feeling right now, she needed a sacrifice. She didn't know what Paul saw in the idiot anyway. She pushed the stroller ahead of her and entered the office where Paul was looking over the charts of his next patient. "I've never been so humiliated in my life. You have to do something and now. I will not be shamed like this." She jumped right in without so much as a hello. "Okay-okay, calm down. What happened?" Paul wasn't sure all these months later if he'd made the right choice. In the beginning, things with Jen
By the time Kerryanne came up for air the next day, she'd all but forgotten Jen and the baby. It wasn't that she was all the way over her hurt; that was gonna take a while. But after the way Kyle had loved her, the things he'd whispered to her when he was inside her or just holding her afterward, her heart had come a long way from the precipice it had been teetering on in that supermarket line. He'd helped her to see some things in a whole new light, though she still didn't believe his theory that Jen was jealous of her. How could that be? She would've seen it along the way over the years certainly if that were the case, wouldn't she? Or was it like he said, she'd thought so little of herself that she'd been blinded by the false friendship? She'd had to go back in her head to when they were kids when they'd first become friends. They hadn't been close until the first year in high school, that's true. Jen had always run with a different crowd. As she remembered it, it was after she'