My Stepfather, My Ruin
“Not now. Not ever. You’re mine, Nicole. Say it. Tell me you love me again.”
“I’m yours,” I sobbed, tears of overwhelming pleasure slipping down my cheeks. “Fuck, Tristan, I’m yours. I… I—“
“Say it.” He gritted out.
“I love you, Tristan.”
He cursed, his thrusts turning erratic. His fingers on my clit sped up, and I came hard, screaming his name as my walls clenched around him. Tristan followed right after, thrusting a few more times before he spilled inside me. He stayed there for a long moment, breathing hard against my neck, his hand still loosely around my throat.